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Jan 2018
When I spoke to you
my eyes would scatter
And lose focus,
So I would avoid contact –
I got used to how
the pavement
Would paint my imagery.

But I nervously fell so steep
With no option to look up –
Only to escape
The pit you had me fall into
In the first place.
I used to look away when I spoke for the fear of falling - and when I did fall I didn't look away again!
Ryan Holden
Written by
Ryan Holden  26/M/Middlesbrough - England
(26/M/Middlesbrough - England)   
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