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It's funny how much I relate to a fictional character. The same character that later becomes known as The Wicked Witch of the West...touch of irony? *sigh* What is, what was, what could have been. I love my family, but damn me and my lack of self worth. Damn me for not speaking up and fighting for something so long ago that was so very worth it. Damn me that it still matters so much. Damn me for not being able to JUST LET GO...I'M NOT THAT GIRL. *sigh* Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. 2:45am...up in less than 4 hours...This is what keeps me up tonight...
I'm Not That Girl
Hands touch, eyes meet,
sudden silence, sudden heat
hearts leap in a giddy world.
He could be that boy,
but I'm not that girl
Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of who you are,
don't remember that rush of joy.
He could be that boy,
I'm not that girl
Every so often we long to steal,
to the land of what might have been,
but that doesn't soften the ache we feel
when reality sets back in
Blythe smile, lithe limb
she who's winsome,
she wins him,
gold hair with a gentle curl,
that's the girl he chose
and heaven knows,
I'm not that girl
don't wish, don't start
wishing only wounds the heart,
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl,
there's a girl I know,
he loves her so,
I'm not that girl.
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