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Feb 2018
I hate the way you look at me now.

Some days
you look through me
as though
I am a pane of glass.

Other days
you look at me with
pain and regret
as though
you are trying to decide
whether
to say sorry

because you made a terrible mistake
Written by
Hollie Wilson  15/F/England
(15/F/England)   
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