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Jan 2014
Each word strikes me like a sharp blade
I see spots and sway on my feet
They echo in my head
For days I won’t be able to eat
I wonder if it’s genuine
The disgust in your eyes
It won't bring me comfort
To know that they were lies
Why are you so angry?
What did I do to you?
I realized all of a sudden
I feel sorry for *you
Alex Jensen
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Alex Jensen
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