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Jan 2014
I thought maybe
If I talked to you
Enough
Laughed with you
Enough
Maybe even
Loved you
Enough

That you'd one day
Find a way
To love me back

My mistake.

And the more you
Pushed away
The more I
Needed you
Close

When strangers speak
Of marriage
I still think of you
When lovers speak
Of nights on the lake
I still think of you
When shadows speak
Of the horrors within
I still think of you

And when the last pill
Slides down my throat
I still think of you
*To quicken my death
Kayla Lynn
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