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Apr 2014
I swear to god it would feel better if you were shouting bitter words
starring at me with anger lit eyes
shaking hands pushing me away
fist clenched
strained voice
anything.
Anything to show me that i have some effect on you.
Don't cut me out.
Don't forget about me.
augustine
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