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Oct 2018
scare me like others,
a love(r) or just met,
the cards that i dealt keep me holding my bets.
the time far from worth it,
Results in repeating,
you're scared or too perfect,
the close of a curtain.

indifferent, these walls,
the front of my door.
i dont need the light or a soul to adore.
forgetful, eventual,
so back to before.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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