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Bitter

now I hug my shirt
that smells of you
and try hard not to cry
while you pretend
I don't exist
I must keep convincing myself
that it was real
it sounds like something I'd make up
but all I am now
is bitterness
and lonely
a kite in a stormy sky
won't survive for long
why don't you care
what can I do
to change your mind
again





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