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Dec 2011
Nerves scrambled.
Whisk whisk.
Always the fool,
When I take a risk.
Hating heavy,
But hurting more.
What will be,
When you’re next door?
What the **** your problem is?
You don’t know her, never did.
Wreck this fantasy.
It does not exist.
Tear out your heart.
That giant cyst.
I know, crazy.
A bit of a twist.
Maybe I,
Exaggerated a bit?
Written by
Emily Madeira
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