The way she look at me was like, I am the killer,
cynical stares and words saying I was a loser,
I guess she hated me so much,
or she just don't like me that much.
Going around with these mess,
carrying around these cases,
what am I?
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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