Maybe
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Last published Mon, Feb 16, 2015
Maybe it was the look you always had in your eye when you were in class that made me hate you.
Maybe it was the way I watched her run from you with fear.
Maybe I should've taken your advice, layered in sticky notes which decorated my locker.
Maybe then, I'd still be half alive.
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