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I'm 25.

a poem that i wrote and i don't know why i wrote it

i saw you down the hall today
you turned away
i've got a feeling
that you don't want to stay
maybe you'd be better off without me

the envy of something you can't have
i've got a back you can stab
do you have a knife

the way you said my name
it gets me gone
that time we hung around
it gets me gone

it hurts alot
when i can't say the things i feel
but words are a lot
show some emotion
it gets me gone



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