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The Awaition

Poetry By: Emily Johnson

An f'ing poem.

Submitted:Feb 12, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Day in and day out I sit waiting for you to say something

anything, if that.

Frustrating me constantly

as if you just want to test me

like you want to test my affection,

or you really did get sick of me.

I know you did.

and that is what sickens me the most.


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