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Sep 2014
I'd like to think of myself as an impossible mystery
One that no one can figure out.
He looks at me for one second, then looks away the next, because he can't solve me.
I keep walking on my broken puzzle pieces hoping someone will soon put them together.
He looks at me, kisses my cheek one second, then walks away with a confused look upon his face.
Another loss for me.
Will I forever be an unsolved mystery?
One that will remain impossible and given up on
Because I simply can't be figured out?
Krista Abraham
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Krista Abraham
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