Wait, what?
Run that by me again.
I could've sworn it went that way...
You say it was different?
I know my mind toys and tricks
So to this please listen
This is exactly how it played out...
Except that it isn't.
Why can't this just be
How I perceived in my vision?
I held tensely to my conclusion;
Made it definitive.
I now deserve all this confusion.
My pride has been stricken.
If here, this is not the truth,
Then exactly where is it?
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Christina Harper
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