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Nov 2016
I'm mad I bothered,
and I'm sorry I tried,
today I might leave you,
fallen behind.

I'm tired of smiling,
when you don't give a ****,
I'm sorry for caring,
when you never did at all

I'm done with being stamped on,
harder each time,
Your nest isn't safe...
It never was

Every second of the day,
my heart is still breaking
I'm leaving to save myself,
the small remains of my soul.
Pernille Augustson
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Pernille Augustson  25/F
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