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Jan 2017
An uncomfortable crawling sensation,
Strange breaks in the conversation.

A question sits in your eyes,
One that your laugh can't disguise.

Half truths we hardly mention,
Only spoken for the attention.

This gut feeling may be wrong,
So I'll try to play along.

Your idolizing devotions,
Spawn my guilty emotions.

So maybe I will be fine,
Lying to this heart of mine.
Old memories of past uncertainty
Sarah Strack
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Sarah Strack  22/F
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