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I don’t know what it is,
This smile that I wear on Tuesdays,
Transition lenses hide my eyes
Whenever you shine my way.
***
I don’t know why I cry,
Unable to recognize the source of my tears.
I laugh and I live and I love like the bar wall says,
I wish you came.
***
I don’t know if I miss you.
I think I am free?
I know that I am bound to you,
Damned for all eternity.
***
I don’t know if it’s painful.
It’s not that I am strong.
Or even that it won’t kill me,
In the end I know I am wrong.
***
I don’t know I need you.
I think I can do it on my own,
That I am the source of all that I am,
Wondering why I am left alone.
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Aaron Richmond
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