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You make me feel unwanted. I wonder if maybe it’s my fault:: Did my silence make you leave? Did I bore you with my wrongly timed lack of energy? I question my value. Am I just not good enough for you? You send signals I perceived as mixed. You’re too kind to be a random passerby Your blueberry eyes lock with mine for too long to be a courteous habit of life. You don’t really compliment that often do you? The hardest to dismiss is the week we met. The proximity for prolonged time, The warmth from how close our bodies were set. Maybe I’m just mad of cabin fever, Too long to distinguish hopefully wishing from an interested soul.
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
Sinclair’s Shadow
You make me feel unwanted. I wonder if maybe it’s my fault:: Did my silence make you leave? Did I bore you with my wrongly timed lack of energy? I question my value. Am I just not good enough for you? You send signals I perceived as mixed. You’re too kind to be a random passerby Your blueberry eyes lock with mine for too long to be a courteous habit of life. You don’t really compliment that often do you? The hardest to dismiss is the week we met. The proximity for prolonged time, The warmth from how close our bodies were set. Maybe I’m just mad of cabin fever, Too long to distinguish hopefully wishing from an interested soul.
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In the Moonlit Evergreen
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
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