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Oct 2016
Whatever I did, or said, to make you think
That every moment of your life must be painted
And etched onto my soul, I apologise.
You can stop now. Stop, look, and blink.
Ask yourself if I want to be acquainted
To all these stories where a part of me dies.
I don't ******* care.
You're still talking.
Shut the **** up.
Secret-Author
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Secret-Author  London
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