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Jun 2015
I feel as if you
Use me in some sort of way
A way that can't be conforted by me
After all the gifts , given to you
Still you dont see eye with me
You are fixed on her
Being like your leash and your the dog
I dont get jealous that your're with her
Yet I just abhor that you have a bond with her
That I don't have with you
Drives me nuts in my thoughts
By smiling I'll let you see that I'm fine
When I'm totally not
I have my own path to happiness
Seems to me your not part of pavement
You can the dust from the dirt blown in the wind
Or the tiny line that stays still
Vanessa Gatley
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Vanessa Gatley  23/F
(23/F)   
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