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May 2015
End
I wanted to know even if you felt embarassed.
I wanted to know even if you lost composure.
I wanted to know you were sad.
But you muddled it out with anger and displacement.
And in the end I still want to know how you feel and let me tell you

Swallowing your pride rarely gives you indigestion
NAsna
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