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Dec 2013
I feel it,
like my body is on fire.
I feel you under me dying skin.
I swear you are lost on me.
I was your one and only,
and I used you.
I abused you.
I ******* you over.
And for some reason you stayed.
And now as I am no longer blind you stand beside her.
Slowly,
oh so gods be forsakenly slowly,
I move forward.
And with this new boy I find myself drooling and dumb.
I cannot talk to you, though.
No to my best friend.
He's a danger.
He's new.
He's an ***.
But I find myself drawn in.
What am I to do?
Zoe Mize
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