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You call my name, will I Flight or fight?
Running up the stairs or look at you?
In the past it seemed harsh whenever I didn't smile at you,
now it seems too hard to smile at you.
Still, one thing stayed the same:
The way you looked at me, behaved or said towards me affected me.
I am not paying attention at all how you behave or look at me now.
But the words you speak, still, chokes me till I let my true feelings out.
In the past it would've been red cheeks.
Now it's tears dripping down my hand which holds my mouth.
Will I throw up?
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Adna Demiri
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