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Mar 2018
Honestly-
You confuse me

I don't get it,
You see-
When you text me late at night.
When you find excuses to call me,
It makes me smile.

I don't know if I love you.
I don't know how I feel.
I guess that is up to how you feel,
And I don't think you even know how you feel.

So I will just sit here and wait.
Bruised but not broken.
Cracked but not shattered,
and hurt but not heartbroken.
Estella
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Estella  16/F
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