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Oct 2014
each smile met with confusion and questions
every compliment of mine is weighed
scrutinzed blindly in dim reflection
for each wears the crooked mask I portray
Dumb-***, Loser, Idiot, Try-Hard, ****!
these are few among many antonyms
of which I cruelly throw and you permit
for what? god knows, be this love a phantom?
one that is so dear I should love dearly.
but as it stands my vice is in my speech
each hot dagger cuts our ties severely
I am sorry to kindle this love's breach
Day One I asked if you would be okay
Day One you knew not how fiercely words slay
Julia
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Julia  Canada
(Canada)   
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