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  Feb 2015 Robin Philip Sinnerton
i'm so sorry i can't
believe you when
you say all of those
nice things
they fall from your
mouth effortlessly
and i get weak in
the knees
i want so terribly
to trust in all of
your pretty words
but you'll have to
forgive my unsure
heart and wary
others weren't so kind
Borrow me your eyes
So I can see what you see
When you look at me

Do you see the monster
Inside of me?
Do you see the darkness
Consuming me?

Or do you just recognise the person
You want me to be?

- Christina Rosa A.

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