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Don't play in the street

I took a picture on my phone,

of a man who was in front of me

who smelt of my fathers cologne,

just so that i could see if it was him

and so that you can understand

what it means to be scared

of someone who is supposed to unconditionally love me.

So when i tell you that

i don't believe in love,

don't try to make me see something

i cannot comprehend,

because God is an easier construct

for me to even entertain

than being told i am loved.

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Written by
rachael-stainthorpe
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Published
May 18, 2016
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