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You Don't
Sydney, Age 12, Vernon, BC

Your love is like venom.
Poisonous, but pure.
Then you throw your personality
into reverse and leave me confused and unsure.
You talk to me, but you don't.
You love me, but you don't.
You hate me, but you don't.
You admire me, but you don't.
You resist with every fibre of your being
Then you withdraw
What have I done?
What have I ever done to feel
like the last person on the face of the earth
fighting against a cold, crisp wind?
I wish that I could really know.

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