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Nov 2011
You make me sad.

Like there’s nothing that can be done to fix anything,

no smiles, no touching, no feeling.

Everything you ooze is fake,

and I really hate that.

Where did it all go wrong?

The late nights, the eyes, and the words.

It makes me sad.

You make me sad.
Amanda Blake
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