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And every day seems off, 
but when they let themselves speak they say: ,,it is betrer  like that. For both for you"
But why is it feeling like everytime he is in the same room as me it is suddenly filled with gas which fouls my heart.
Even though he judt stepped in and every look he gives is like a threat.
And every time he walks by, 
I feel a hit by my shoulders.
I could swear, he hit me!
*but no person is standing next to me..*
And even in the mirror there is a blue Spot I see on my shoudler.
But, but, when he was about to fall from the stairs I catched on his bagpack and he said thank you with a smile and now I am the one looking on the ground.
*while I was the one pleasing him to look in my eyes while talking* 

While he can speak in different languages while acting silly, 
I await till people give me the sign that they won't hate that from me.
That they will hate any side, 
So every sentence he might spill sharpens the knife while he thinks he thinks he is cutting a bread from myself to then give one to me and him.
But him even taking from my side, 
I don't know, it feels like a affect.
You shouldn't stay that near, still my life is that brickled, that it has got turned to the other side by others so I think you are like that too.
I know you aren't but my brain, 
hasn't fully developed yet.

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