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Mar 2016
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I just want to ******* scream at you
and explain everything im feeling
until my throat is raw and my veins are swollen.
I want to scream at you until your hands are shaking
and you finally realize how much you ******* mean to me.
But the problem is the sight of you makes me feel sick
and speaking to you sounds worse to me than my heartbeat.
At the same time though, I love it
and that's even worse because i know
you don't ******* care.
Mikayla Fitzell
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Mikayla Fitzell  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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