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Him


I see him everyday
and I can't get over him.

He was my first
not my everything but first.

He told me things
things that were important.

He made me feel something
but it wasn't worth what he said.

He left me for dead
not really dead, just her.

He didn't want anything to do with me
but then again who does?

He still has power over me
because he was a serious power in my life

It's been two years
and I'm starting to see the flaws

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