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Poetry: Bitter Poetry
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by Sinem

I dont know if it's me or him
I feel trapped in the dark the lights dimmed
When i wake up in the morning it's his voice i hear,
when i sleep at night I wish he was here.
I don't like to keep anything from him, and he knows that,
but when i hear his voice, my worried disappear, just like that.
I know I should talk to him, its wrong to keep it in,
but I'm just so scared of loosing him...

 
 
 
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