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I never know if you’re talking to me or the wall
I mean,
sometimes you look at me
And you say things that simply break me down.
Sometimes you look away and you say
Nicole, you’re beautiful.

I’m not sure which I prefer.

I sometimes notice you smiling
When you watch me
And it still makes me feel gooey inside.
But then sometimes you blink
And your eyes
Your eyes
                they make the goo turn to cement
And I freeze
Scared.

I don’t like knives and weapons
Nor do I like unfinished stories
Or down turned lips

Can we end with the weapons now
And make a new beginning
To a smiley story
With the ending we both always wanted
:iconcinnamonsecrets:

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I'll shut up now.

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:icondead-neon-light:
well the one 'knifes' should be 'knives' because the english language is stupid.

but i do indeed like the last stanza so much that i can forgive your error O:
haha.
:iconlosingmyfaith:
good job, i liked it (:

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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
:iconcinnamonsecrets:
THANK YOU! Hah, no, it was me being stupid there but thank you for spotting that! I'll fix it now!
Oh, I'm glad! :}}}}}
:icondestinyxxxdancer:
I love the message in this and the way you've woven it through the words, especially in the last two stanzas :heart:

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