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Doubt

Love me not,
Hide away your disease,
Then catch me off guard,
And tell me to leave.

Look back at your burden,
Which I have become,
Tansformation essential,
No more sun.

You pushed me in the mud,
I told you to,
Mistake, now there's blood,
So overdue.

We're meant to end,
Forget we began,
Lose my mind,
Not mud, quicksand.
Written by poemist48 (Juliaaaaaaaaaaa)
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