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Mar 2017
You won't look at me.
It is as if a glance of me will curse you.
My hand you once held now lays by my side.
Cold and empty.
Did I do something?
Did I say something?
What did I do that made your smile.
Go weak.
Made your eyes stone cold.
And made me feel worthless.
What did I do?
Why won't you just look me in the eyes?
Why won't you crack a joke.
Why does it feel
Like it is all my fault
Made by myself and all my unhappiness. Thanks for reading!
The Vault
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The Vault  20/Not Kansis
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