she saw me the most
when she looked away
she pushed me the most
when she needed me to stay
she craved me the most
when i wasn’t around
she searched for me the most
when i was already found
she kissed me the most
when she couldn’t stand to see me
she’d miss me the most
when she wanted her to be me
she blamed me the most
when it wasn’t right
she killed me the most
when she put up the fight
she loved me the most
when she was above me
she hated me the most
when she tried to love me
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I need it!
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then she's missing out, I say.
but then again, I'm in no place to say.
you're a remarkable piece of work, Miss Robinson.
and your work is beyond me in its rhyme & reason.
please please keep writing, some of us need it <3
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