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May 2014
I slowly die inside
from all the times I've cried.
You look at me
with your beautiful eyes
you look right through me
like I was never alive.
I am invisible
I will always be to you.
For some reason I knew
I would always be like
this to you.
I wish you were missin' me
like I was missin' you
but no matter what I do.
I am always dead to you.
                      
                                                        S.B.
explains alot...
Written by
Sarah
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