*Cold As Concrete*

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The moment you become the person you hate, your mirror starts giving you dirty looks.~Milly

Submitted: January 04, 2012

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I should be crying.

Sulking.

Maybe even,

Weeping over you.

But I'd be lying.

Pretending.

Yet again,

Because the feeling wasn't true.

My hands in fear are shaking.

Vibrations.

From the,

Broken past.

Of all the things he's taken.

Suppose.

Leaving my,

broken heart's too much to ask.

I should be crying.

Sobbing.

I am,

After all only seven-teen.

Instead I'm still denying.

Rejecting.

The thought,

I've become so cold and mean.


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