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Jun 2018
I know, when you think I don't,
I know how you really feel,
the words you speak when my back is turned,
the hurt you spew and the love you give when we face.
how can you be so ignorant of the fact
that I know you hate me, don't pretend anymore.
there's no point, because I know, I know its you.
Written by
moyees  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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