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The small things

The small things

A Poem by blur


She laughed at me. Laughed when i asked her out. I have to question if i'm ugly? am i an idiot? I'm opening more doors of doubt. Although, I did..
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A Poem by blur


We shouldnt stay, the air is toxic to breathe, Move towards the door, lets not stay any longer than we need, I can feel my mind decaying, my hue..