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May 2016
I hate myself for giving you the power to change me
Not who I am, but how I act
I give you the power to change my mood in less than a second
Not only do I see it, but others do to
Stop talking to him! Hes going to hurt you!
They yell at me, but I never seem to listen


I guess I take being hurt by you as a honor instead of a disgrace.

-EC
Enola Cabrera
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Enola Cabrera  16/F
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