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I told him that I love him
And he just looked away
I sat there sinking in the silence –
What more could I say?

If I could turn it off I would,
this painful beating heart;
Faltering at a touch or glance
Jumping hard to start.

And so resigned to fate am I,
this trouble that I’m in.
I’d weather every pang and ache
to waste my time with him.

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Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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