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Mar 2014
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong for what I'm thinking?
I love her with all my flesh and blood
because my heart is too weak.
But we can't speak.
We can't touch.
All we seem to do is lie to each other.
But, ****, I love her.
And since we've meet I haven't wanted anyone else.
But there's someone else I've only just met.
And she draws my attention like a nurse draws blood.
And I don't know what to feel.
Written by
Anna Gray  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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