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Jul 2015
I thought,
That maybe, just maybe,
You were interested in the workings of my mind.
How it ticked and tocked.
Why the emotions ricked and rocked.
When the creations exploded out,
In a scurrying storm,
I acted insane;
Gloriously insane.
But yet,
The initial hope
And wear of my first-seen happiness
Has grown too tacky and lifeless
For the likes of you,
Because what I am?
What I have become, created and exposed
Through time and written notes?
*You don't enjoy it like the way you used to.
Written by
Rockie  18/F
   --- and Kelley A Vinal
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