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Maybe I should crawl away,
But I'll retrace my steps,
Each one a magnetized force.
I'll peep into the window
Before I walk through the door,
Maybe you didn't notice I was gone.
I'm nervous, scared, and I'll clean.
I'll clean the dirt and guilt,
Discard it every week,
But it always comes back.
You were waiting in my room.
Black, Gleaming, Determined eyes were set,
They hurt me the most.
Two stones in your head
That strike me, thrown by you.
Your insecurities thrive on mine.
Each day you make me stronger,
You make me like you.
Tomorrow I'll run and never stop.

Carly Jacobs


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