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Jun 2015
I wish I could be
Your type
and never feel the sting of looks
you give too  everyone but me.
How come it's so easy?
to fall?
every time
I hear your laughter
My heart races faster
before it halts.
You are my
one and only thought
but
I'll never get what I want
If I keep waiting around.
So, I'll pack myself
Inside this
little box
and place myself
in the corner of your closet
because
I'll never catch your eye,
no matter how hard I try
My love is just an old thing
you've outgrown.
Emily L
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Emily L  Cassiopeia
(Cassiopeia)   
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