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Why will you not leave me be?
Shit. Here come the tears.

I can't help myself.
You must think I'm a damn fool.
I'm under your thumb.

I stare at the text.
I respond. Don't I always?
My heavy heart aches.

You do not answer.
I keep checking my cell phone
But there's no reply.

"You are dead to me."
This is my silent mantra.
"I spit on your life."

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I crawl from my dark corner.
Shit. Here comes the hope.