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Aug 2015
I drive my self crazy with the thoughts in my mind,
The things I shouldn't want, things I should leave behind.
I find myself pacing back and forth in this room,
Just realize I created my own doom.
She said I was different, someone she could love.
I kind of liked being held, right there up above.
All I can think of is the things I shouldn't have said,
And most of the time I feel brain dead.
They said I did it right, said she was always bad.
Then why am I the only one hurting and sad?
Now I've apologized and I'm not surprised,
I got no response from the girl with piercing eyes.
Written by
Ezra  21/F/San Marcos, TX.
(21/F/San Marcos, TX.)   
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