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Feb 2018
I want to tell you not to get too close -  Not because I'm worried I will hurt you, but because I'm worried that I myself am hurting you.

Insidiously.

Bleeding you, while I **** me - - Making you suffer instead of me.



I wish silently,  against my will, that you would leave.
Abandon my pretty eyes and see me without my disguise.


I don't want you to have to decide whether, or not, it would be right.
Forget my face.
Andrew Kerklaan
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Andrew Kerklaan
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