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I hate the way you look at me now. Some days you look through me as though I am a pane of glass. Other days you look at me with pain and regret as though you are trying to decide whether to say sorry because you made a terrible mistake
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Through different eyes
I hate the way you look at me now. Some days you look through me as though I am a pane of glass. Other days you look at me with pain and regret as though you are trying to decide whether to say sorry because you made a terrible mistake
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15/F/England
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
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