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i never told her how good she looked that night.
i meant to.
and she did… look good, that is.
just another girl in a skirt in a bar to others
but i meant to tell her.
i meant to be everything she felt
she didn’t have.
not on purpose, i didn’t lie, i just was, or wanted to be.
maybe if i had told her how good she looked that night.
do you think it would’ve mattered?
am i that easily forgotten?
