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Apr 2015
You changed. Slowly.
So slowly maybe, I'm not sure you even saw the difference.
But I did.
And I couldn't speak to hurt you- but I couldn't keep it in.
My soul battled itself.
And there is no victory for one who fights themselves,
*For when one part dies, so does the other.
I'm so confused at the moment. I'm sorry if this isn't much of a poem... But I had to share.
Deenah
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Deenah  London
(London)   
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