Day Three

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Fuck.
This is getting so annoying.
It's like my figurative heart,
Has taken control of my literal brain.
I couldn't stop thinking about you last night.
I stayed up just so I wouldn't dream about you.
You had noticed the results.
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Is everything alright?
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You had asked.
I replied with the cliche,
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Yes, I'm fine.
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I knew you saw right through me.
I knew that you saw the state I was in.
I'm glad you dropped the subject,
And continued on with the conversation.
I was glad,
For I knew I would break down if you did.
I wasn't sure if I could keep it in for much longer.
But a part of me almost yearned for you to keep it up.
To break down my walls of stone.
But you didn't.
I'm not quite sure,
How I feel about that.

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