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Why?
Still?
After all this time you still have a hold on me.
Seven years.
You make me do things I'm not proud of.
You don't even have to ask.
I know what you want.
I'll do it and regret it later.
As I desperately seek your affection.
Your approval.
Your attention.
I'll have it for a while.
Then rejection.
I do this to myself every time.
I want to blame you.
But the crime is mine.
I like you.
I deserve better.
But then my eyes get wet.
Because I want you and I can’t forget…
I’m nothing special to you.
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Annie Nonimous
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