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Feb 2018
somedays I wish that we still talked
days pass by without a word from you
I see you, but you don't see me
your eyes runaway whenever I look into yours
is it because mine are red
is it because you don't want to be read
sometimes my words grow legs and jump out of my mouth before you complete your sentence
I'm sorry,
I see your shadows in the sky
I'm behind my time
I think my peers think I'm lame
but they wouldn't say it to my face
nobody wants to talk to me about feelings
nobody wants me to be the keeper of their secrets
secret meetings about the secrets that don't know me
I wish I could be your milk and honey
Written by
seeeeeemore  17/Other/South Africa
(17/Other/South Africa)   
     G and rachel
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