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Jul 2013
It gets later.
I grow more tired. .
The feelings pour in.
I begin to think too much.
What have I done?
No, what have you done?
You overpowered me.
I gave myself away,
But not to you.
I don't know your name,
Your face, or your soul.
Who are you.
I'll never know.
Written by
Katrina Terry
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