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Not Knowing
Not knowing is scary,
It’s unnerving.
I wonder everyday where you are
And how you’re doing,
And if there’s a new me in your life.
But you said there’s no one like me.
Was that a lie?
It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied.
The scars on my limbs are the only reminder of you.
Such a sad thought.
That only way I remember you,
is through my pain.
The echoes of your voice,
the things you’ve said to me.
They seem to ring through my head,
like a bell rings in a church.
You never truly loved me,
you loved the memories we had.
The good times we had.
I hate myself for that.
I let you take advantage of me like that.
Something my mother would never accept.
Something my father would warn me about.
I don’t know.
Not knowing is scary.
But I know I’m right.
Thats what scares me.
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madi moore
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