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Mar 2014
You think I don't notice
every little thing you say or do.
Like the way you move away
everytime I go near you.

You think I don't notice
The way you look at me.
Like I'm a piece of trash.
Disgusting

You think I don't notice
When you're with your friends.
The way you all seem to giggle
When I walk 'round the bend.

After all this time
I didn't think
You still wouldn't notice
The scars you buried in my skin.
holls
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holls  22/F
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   Edward Alan
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