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Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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Always hurts to see
to know
how much you'd hate me
if I treated you
the way you've treated me

Hurts to see
the silent sheets
the mornings
that tick down to the day
when the last cord will fray
and break
and still say nothing
know that nothing
will change
the way it must be.

But the hardest part
must always be
giving as little
as I find you inclined
to give to me.

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.


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