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Shakira Banks

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

13 poems·Since February 2015
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December 13, 2015

His day, the one of a kind day is his day.

12/12/15. That is today. Sixteen years ago is when this extraordinary person is born.

He's someone that I will never stop loving.

He's someone that will always have my heart even when people tell me to move on.

Even when his girlfriend or his distraction will always continue to "come at me" on social media.

Why do I hold on? Because I feel hope.

Hope that one day, everything will go back how it used to be.

Yet, I can't say everything I want to say, so I hope he knows...

That I will always love him and I wish him a Happy Birthday with many more to come.

 

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