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Eyes on ground
Let me first sit with crossed legs.
You know when I think about something so often,
I either regret of feel guilt.
You remember when I always held my legs up to let you, to make it easier for you to clean the ground.
Yes easier is a better word.
I don't know.
I didn't like it when you needed to do much, or when you did something I refered to much.
I didn't like it at all.
It's just, even when I didn't do really anything wrong,
I mean we didn't talk really often.
But you looked at me with this,
you didn't even used to smile at me it's just this this look?
Maybe I was embarassed how I behaved?
I I am not sure,
I whenever I tried to keep a calm atmosphere and I thought you know could think weird or how I would think if I were you, I cried.
Cried the whole night.
But now when I took a chair for my seat and I knew you stood there.
You stood at the table were I used to sit at.
It didn't bother me you didn't know I stood behind you.
I even waited.
Didn't I? Till you reacted.
So when you turned around, you hurted your ankle on the chair.
Because you didn't notice me.
Even though I didn't look at you.
I know definetly how you looked.
Defiently facing me,
and with that look you used to look at me,
which spoke words,
maybe even if you didn't even said anything and made me cried for days.
Now, that say there could've had been a reason for it but I.
I,
It doesn't bother me anymore.
Maybe, because I waited you to turn around?
Or why I thought who were you to stand at my chair?
I know it's unbelievable I would think that way.
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Adna Demiri
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