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Aug 2019
One might ask me why I’m holding
my tongue,
why I keep giving until I have
nothing left.

I guess it’s because I hope
someday someone will do the same
for me.

If the universe really is fair,
and it makes sure everything
gets evened out
then I have something great to
look forward to.

I don’t do it for them, I do it for me.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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