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Jul 2019
I don’t understand you
I don’t understand the thoughts in your head
One second you say that she’s dead to you the next you’re thick as thieves
I always think you’re mad at me
And maybe you are
I know you talk about me behind my back
I never know how to act
I always feel like I’m under attack
You frustrate me to an extinct I can’t describe.
Abby
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Abby  15/F
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