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Sep 2016
Give me an answer,
Even in the slightest of sounds
Because your silence, it kills
In my head, like a hammer it pounds

Stop. Maybe even look at me?
Or throw us out of the window, i don't care
I pretend i don't, but i actually do.
Am i not worthy to be in the sight of your stare?

Sure, lock me out for now.
Once you return, I can't guarantee me.
I've been trying so hard for a week now.
I'd be surprised if after all this, we were still meant to be.
Bakit ba ang hirap mo?
Anna Starr
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Anna Starr  21/NYC
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