a mixture of feelings came through
do i wish you were this, or do i wish you were that
why did i feel what i felt
when i know it is almost impossible
almost unacceptable
and it is unbearable
just stop doing what you did
stop sending them in
you're annoying when you're being lovely
you're beautiful when you're being ugly
stop chasing me
i am afraid that i might stop running
stop doing what you did
cause im afraid that i might be falling
*******
wow,its been awhile since i write my last poem.
anyway, gotta slap my face once in awhile
gotta start thinking about what im gonna do next year.
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