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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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