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Jan 2014
when you spoke to me,
your words caressed
they sounded like the sea,
washing away the sad imprints left on the shore

but when i spoke to you
my words screamed
they pounded on your door like a murderer
until you gave up
because i demanded to stay on your mind
for far too long

and that must've hurt.
individuality-exists
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