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Oct 2014
I let you in
when I should've
retreated.
You advanced while
I let things pass.
Now I'm sitting here
with a face swollen
of tears.
You said you were
competitive...
Did you win the game
of who could hurt who
the most?
Nevermind,
I'll just declare you
the winner.
Rasmia
Written by
Rasmia  knowher
(knowher)   
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