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What is left there?
I wonder if you care
When you once found me so rare
All the attention in the world
Until you grew bitter, distance became pleasure
And I no longer care,
No longer miss your gaze
Or so I want you to think
See the best of me
Afraid you’ll be the subject to the worst of me
When you once found me so rare
All the attention in the world
Until you grew bitter, distance became pleasure
And I no longer care,
No longer miss your gaze
Or so I want you to think
See the best of me
Afraid you’ll be the subject to the worst of me
Published 2nd Jan 2025
Author's Note
Not my best, just upset
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