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Apr 2014
I confide in her
Stuttering slurring
“I-i t-think I may sort of i-love ….. him
Condescendingly emotionless
She says
“Yeah I believe it”
This is old news to her
New to me only
“But I don’t want to”
I whine
Hoping she looks in my eyes
Sees my fear
The Terror
That racks my mind

She smiles
I don’t know I she saw it
“That why its called
Falling
Not
Jumping
Sweetie
And I know you aren’t afraid of heights
Just of falling”
this is the first i found ok to post but i really like it and yeah.. my point is this is apart of a bunch of my poems called anti-depressants that i written    in the past couple months or so
Dj
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Dj  Chicago
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