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Everyday,
Is a struggle to maintain composure.
People who don't know me,
Judge my decisions harshly.
They listen to his stories,
And decide I am cold.
I could tell them my side,
But I just bite my tongue,
It seems as though,
I'm the only one
trying to be the bigger person.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2011
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