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Oct 2015
I want you to tell me
I don’t want you to lie
But i’m so desperate
You might as well try.

I need to hear it
More if it’s true
I’m complicated
Simple won’t do.

Next thing,
You answer
Your words don’t just hurt,
They’re cancer.

Everything i forget
My phone
My keys
But never this.

Wish i could rewind
Go back
Convince my mind
Not to ask.

Some questions aren’t wise
You never know
The demons
They’ll rise.
Paulina Falomir
Written by
Paulina Falomir  Mexico City
(Mexico City)   
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   ---, ryn and Peter Robert Hamilton
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