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A long conversation previous put much on my mind.

I wrote a poem... you wrote one in response.

I guess this is my side again.



I hate to say that I no longer know either.

I spent all night thinking.

Tossing and turning...so many sleepless hours.



I remembered your words.

They mixed with my own and put me in such confusion.

I hate that feeling.



I know you try so hard, but so do I.

I stared into the mirror... wondering what it was about me that was so different?

Why I had to be the one to hurt.



The scars are so deep.

The wounds finally started to heal.

I can't believe I let them reopen.

I can't believe that I let myself crumble at your feet.



I'm not the type to be jealous of the other girl.

I'm not the type to be petty and selfish.

But I wish I was...



Because you don't know... my mind wonders.

I blame you for nothing, though.

Only myself for not standing tall and giving in when I knew that I shouldn't.