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Liz Carlson Oct 2017
first, it was me,
I could never speak to you.
my nerves were on fire
and my mind would go blank.
until I got over silly you.
I realized you're in love with yourself,
and all you are is a pretty face.

then, it was you.
you started acting differently.
still pretending to be something you're not.
now I catch you staring at me.

silly you.
I wish this loup could end.
this silly little game.
let's just be strangers again.

— The End —