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Feb 2019
You

You are the reason

The reason I clench the pepper spray in my purse
As I walk by the man with the kind eyes
At night

You are the reason
I hold my car keys
Between my fingers
When Iā€™m alone

You are the reason
I know kind eyes
Can also mean
Lies
And deceit
And hurt

You are the reason
You did this to me.
TL
Written by
Layla Emory Holt  F/USA
(F/USA)   
115
     Fawn, Perry and Juneau
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