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Nov 2014
When I feel you come close
I feel your spikes
Sharp like needles
They ***** me

Walking away
Calling me back
'I love you'
Just stop existing

Some times i feel
Like i'm a box
Just a storage space
I'm convenient at the moment

A box does not have legs
A box cannot roll on wheels
Throw me away
It's the only way to leave
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Near And Far
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