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It heavies my heart
To know you've gotten more serious,
just wear the dark ones,
and having you're hair tied up too firm.
To see you flinching when I touch you accidently,
and you try to distance yourself but also want to help me.
But you try to not seem it to be like you just do it to me.
I remember the times you Held me the doors open and offered me a hand.
It's okay you don't do it anymore.
I remember.
Don't worry, I always liked you even though I never loved you.
I still have your gifts in one of my books.
Don't worry and just ignore me.
I remember.
I won't throw them away.
If you would've said just said this to me,
I know my mind would'nt go in crisis,
and I wouldn't tend to be tense.
You know I try to mainatin being me.
I didn't even needed a sorry.
But the thing is, you didn't even talk to me, ever again.
Now I don't know,
if you don't care,
or are hurted.
How should I response,
when there is nothing,
I can response for?
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Adna Demiri
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