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My days, nervous glances Worrying for her, endlessly She does not smile at his name Now, she cringes at the sound Each delicious syllable a knife A paper cut Words pass her quietly She covers her ears, Concentrating only on dissecting Every opportunity she had To not ***** up Every opportunity missed I watch her, anxious Hands shaking, grasping Head hitting pillow, Mind wandering back to him
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Her in the mirror
My days, nervous glances Worrying for her, endlessly She does not smile at his name Now, she cringes at the sound Each delicious syllable a knife A paper cut Words pass her quietly She covers her ears, Concentrating only on dissecting Every opportunity she had To not ***** up Every opportunity missed I watch her, anxious Hands shaking, grasping Head hitting pillow, Mind wandering back to him
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
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