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Mar 10
Every time I shower, I stand froze on the bathroom floor,
my gaze locked on the wall.

The water dripping down my hair,
the little voice whispering,
"Was any of this even fair?"

No matter how many times I try to figure this out,
I never got the answer. Only tears.

Maybe it's because I bared my heart
while everybody around me was busy tearing it apart.

- J
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J
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   The Romantic
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