Call Out My Name
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Last published Thu, Jan 19, 2023
Imagine being labeled as the demon of the town.
You were considered a danger to society and to yourself.
You were so closed off and that drew me closer.
I should've stayed away.
Little did I know that this mistake would cost us both dearly.
You never smile or laugh.
You hold no emotion in your eyes.
Your face is a mask that never falters.
I wouldn't be able to live like that.
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