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6d
I cradled you, I cared like you were mine
Yet I never got the care back from you
When someone asks if I’m ok, I say fine
But where is the melody we danced to?

You can’t clot hurt the same way you can blood
Yet everyday I strive to stop the pain
You killed my light, and it fell with a thud
I look down at myself and see your stain

But in the distance I see a new light
A new chance for me to stop at nothing
I want to care for someone but they bite
Just like you, so often that it’s numbing

So maybe it’s not you who doesn’t try
Maybe I was just built to care and cry
I don't think you'll ever be sorry though.
Maya Rostampisheh
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Maya Rostampisheh  13/F/Los Angeles, CA
(13/F/Los Angeles, CA)   
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