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Jun 2018
It was simple
But it meant everything.
I always feel anxious
On guard
Never safe with anyone.
But you didn't believe me
When I lied
And you didn't push
When I tried to deny it.
We both know it was false.
But we lay there.
The grass tickling my nose.
And you didn't judge.
You traced my scars as if to sooth me.
Not to lecture me
Like so many others
You're the only one that's able to calm me.
Thank you.
For not saying anything.
When others would of shot words of "wisdom" at me.
Thank you.
For knowing what I needed.
Or more what I didn't need.
Thank you.
WhatIHopeToFeel
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