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I try, I really do

Poetry By: Lona333

The title explains

Submitted:Mar 9, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Why when I reach out, to pull you in close, to comfort you, do you brush my hand away? it is hard for me to be nice in this state I am in, to be loving and kind. I reach out with warmth and love, you respond with coldness and disgust.

I just wanted to to be, the big sister I'll never be. You could have let me pretend, and go behind my back, but I am glad that you, instead turned your head and told me out flat.


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