27

It hasn’t even been a year.
I don’t want you. I don’t want you.
I think if you touched me I’d flinch.
I don’t want you to touch me.
I don’t think I could look into your eyes.
I don’t think I could speak a word to you.
It hasn’t even been a year.
I don’t want you.
I’m just sad that you don’t want me.

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