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Jul 2020
The root of my root
bud of my bud
my love cannot compare
these feelings stay trapped, solely confined
I'm convinced they weren't there

I never loved your light blue eyes
nor thought of your short brown hair
the way you smiled
the way we laughed
those feelings were never there

I see you live your days on end
just loosely living life
destructive behavior won't work again
your actions only cause strife

Why do you do the things you do?
Do you not know how to act?
when you play with things only meant for two
one's heart won't be intact

When the sun sets and the rain starts to pour
I look back and realize
you never wanted anyone anymore
you took it back while it died

I swear I never felt for you
not ever more than a friend
and you, to me, the same, ditto
as it all comes to an end.
(first draft)
Kasti
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Kasti  20/M/United States
(20/M/United States)   
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