The Knowing

Mon, 04/21/2014 - 22:21 -- 1281544

I always knew.

I could tell by the stares.

I always knew.

I could tell by the laughter.

I always pretended not to know. Naive I guess.

But somehow I always knew.

Even though we were, we could never be.

I just didn't know I would be on my own.

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