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i fell in love with the real you,

not the pretender.


seeing you one early

morning,


my breath hitched.


you opened

the window and i couldn't

help myself.


why do you weep in secret?


your arm was full of cuts

and it hurt me,

maybe more than it

ever did you.


why are you tormenting

this tired heart?


i waved to you, but you

turned around


and left.

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