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Nov 2020
I wait for you to see what you've done.  
I wait for you to speak.
You do.

But you don't acknowledge me.

You go at your own leisure,
Don't you?

I am blinded.
I scream, and shout.

But I only destroy what was.

I can't take the reins,
But I can no longer wait.
C F
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C F  I'm probably in bed, tbh.
(I'm probably in bed, tbh.)   
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