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Jul 2019
Blocking the hope of a text message.
A chance to even get in my head more.
Closing the sheets in my room so I don’t get a  glimpse of you.
Keeping my head down as I walk into the room.
So that my eyes don’t “ironically” find you.
The chills I get when I walk past you.
The foundation of our “relationship”.
The series of actions I went through, throughout my break-up.
Amanda Brown
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Amanda Brown  21/F
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