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Shuddering

breathe in.

but it's 

hard when you look

at me like that.

Eyes are not meant to be 

spikes or barbs,

but deep dark pools.

You try to convince me 

it is better than how

I'm saying it was.

But you and I both know

saying it right wont

make it true.

Breathe out.

i descend from my thoughts,

weight down by the guilt

you dress me in.

I stand and walk away.