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I choose to love you
I choose to hold on to our memories
I choose to hurt
I choose to be broken
Not because I am a sadist
“Have I got, a crush on you”, said he
The message passed, a swift
From her pair of ears to her brain
Her heart was beating up in at the highest
Her mind was remembering it on and on
I have realized "A Brave and Startling Truth"
I am a "Phenominal Woman"
I only know this because you decided
to write it down
you put the paper to the pen
but now you are gone
who else can tell me