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You have two different faces and that's okay
Kinda weird you were.
Some days you were absent but then really funny.
You were like a blank white sheet, every little thing poeple wrote on your body, you did.
Tried to do all, which should last long.
A healthy way you never found.
Maybe I infected you, but you were fully open when you saw me.
Your eyes lighten up, your voice high pitched and when we talked I always asked in my mind: ,,Does her mouth not starting to hurt?"
Because you always smiled.
You never stopped.
It was something yourself wanted to do.
Or atleast I hope.
I hope you did it not for me but just for you.
But in these days you didn't seem red.
Your face always made red out of unsure.
What it made everyday.
,,Opposites attract eachother"
No, they do not.
Waving I never did, hi I mostly say casually, asking back how someone is my mind eveytime forgets and with poking people I am not very comfortable with.
So I reacted limited.
In my way.
I hope I didn't scare you away.
Because day by day,
you've become redder and
quieter.
So I poked you for the first time back.
You turned around but just smiled and looked away.
I walked away.
You would not answer but just smile.
You scared me.
Scaring really you did, when you were not reacting at all.
Not of the poking because I didn't do them anymore.
Everytime I passed by at you, I stopped and wanted to Touch your arm.
But I chose to walk away.
Again.
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Adna Demiri
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