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May 2015
Why
It's as if I left you the key
To my heart;
It was under the mat,
And you used the key to rob me
Of all I had;
My dignity.
I try to walk it off,
Holding my head high,
But tears stream down my face
And its hard to look strong
As you're puffy eyed.
My heart hates you,
But my mind won't stop
Reminding me of you,
The way you used to be,
The old you.
Broken, shattered, and torn,
My heart has been thinly worn,
And that might just be all I can handle.
So get a handle of your life,
And I'll try to get one on mine,
But this wont be easy,
Because no matter how hard I try,
I just keep slipping
And asking myself, why.
Baylee
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