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Jul 12
maybe all i wanted
was for you to say
"i'm proud of you baby"

you don't know how
those words
can guide me out
out of my busy mind

your voice
guides me to serenity
your touch is the closest thing
to being touched by an angel

yet here you are again
in my mind
making me sob and cry
over nothing
notapoet
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notapoet  19/M
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