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"I'm happy for you," she told me and I almost cried.

I wish I could've swallowed my words, cause I've lied.

I wanted to grip her shoulders and shake some sense into her

"IT'S YOU,  IT ALWAYS WILL BE" I wanted to shout.

Instead, I hoped to my lucky stars that she knew. 

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