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Feb 25
a mean kind of anger, bitterness
washes over me again
an all-too familiar feeling
how could I have let you in
opened the door
left the kitchen light on.
now I'm standing in the doorway alone
the lightbulb's out
long after you find someone better
Written by
Melanie  F/NYC
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