How come you're calling me when you don't even know my name?
How come you're thinking of me when you treat me as your game?
How come you're missing me when you never came?
How come you're loving me when killing me is your aim?
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Waves
PoetryEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
