Burden

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Smiling brightly,
Striding happily,
You walk away
Was I that much of a burden?
A nuisance?

I want to call you back,
Hear my name
From your lips again.
But your smile etched on my mind;
Makes me refrain
From grabbing your hand,
begging for you to stay
And make that smile fade.

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