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Jun 2015
“It’s cool.”
I say,
Under my breath.
“No big deal.”
I mutter, though no one is left.
But in reality,
What if I built you up,
To an expectation
To which you couldn’t live up?
I reckon that’s not fair
To you.
So in all actuality,
“It’s no big deal.”
I just gotta get over you.
Nayokenza Robyn Oliver
Written by
Nayokenza Robyn Oliver  Tokyo
(Tokyo)   
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   Chris and Eiliv Advena
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