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Selina Hilliard

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since May 2013
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He Thought...

May 7, 2013
He thought it was all fun and games, ‘til the day I caused him pain. He thought he was my main, but then everything changed. I packed and left that day, because he could no longer be my bay. Even though I thought what we had was real, he took that chance and spun the wheel. See he gambled what we had, for something that wouldn’t last. And made it clear to me, that he didn’t want “US” to be. So now I’m here writing this piece, because I am no longer at peace. What “WE” had… is now CEASED!
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