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Mar 2016
It hurts so much
To act like I don't remember.
To look towards my toes
When you sulk down the halls.
It hurts because you will never understand
Why it burns
Or why I left.
You will only ever know that I pushed you out,
Not that I did so because you were pushing me in.
I needed to get out.
Ava Bean
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Ava Bean  Portland
(Portland)   
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