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Grasping at straws
I’m wondering what happened this time
You were here one day and gone the next
You took root in my mind again and I let you
Then you leave me hanging
I can’t even question why you are doing this
I keep telling myself you owe me no explanation
But then you left this breathless space in my chest
And I don’t know what to do with it
Feels like goodbye is in order
But I’m not ...
Monday 8th June 2020 1:59 am
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