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The True You

No voicemail
For 3 weeks
I should be happy
But instead I'm meek

He's back
But not as bad
Just messages on Facebook
Not as sad

But he's calling again
No voicemails yet
We share a memory
I'll never forget

How he hurt me
With only words
Spears to my heart
That's when I learned

Words
Can
And will
Push you off the edge

But, either way,
He came back
To haunt
Possibly just to talk

I've no idea
As to why
It's so out of the blue
Yet I try

Push memories behind
And give us something new
But we shall see
Who is the true you

TaintedTulip

@TaintedTulip

I'm me. You're you. And all together, we'll write beautiful words. Email me :) kittylover2467@yahoo.com

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