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Feb 2016
My hand left a mark on your face
You're too mad to even care
I stormed off
Yet you only scoff

It makes me wonder
If you love me still
I've missed you
Your touch, Your smiles, Your kisses

Now all that's left is damage
To this heart you took
and threw away so carelessly
Paramount Pawn
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Paramount Pawn
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