When you think of her
The one that you've all looked at
And found wanting
The one you created
Some truly heinous lies about
To make yourself feel better
About your stupid choices
As
Of
Late
But thankfully
I'm not that girl
The one that will find out
Sooner or later
That you rushed in
And now want nothing more
Than to rush out
With every cry
In
The
Night
That isn't
Hers
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