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i look at you
and i smile,
so sad
that i can feel
the way it yanks at my face...
that creeping
tightening
closing throat,
("Did I tell you
I'm happy for you?")
Did I tell you
I'm miserable?

I've been
crushing myself to death
underneath old rocks,
when hiding
isn't enough
to keep you away from me,
because I hate you
as much as i love you
and i'm playing old songs
feeling like
a wilted daisy
(In your eyes
   I'd never
    be a rose...)


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