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Jul 2018
i turned around and shut the door but you still had the key.
so i changed the locks and hoped again
you wouldn't find your way back to me.

but you'd pick the locks and burn down the door
until there was nothing left anymore,
so this time i'll leave no door
for you to open and get to me.

― this is no longer your home, stay out
you don't get to come back when you were the one who broke this heart and left
Marisol Quiroz
Written by
Marisol Quiroz  22/F/Newcastle upon Tyne
(22/F/Newcastle upon Tyne)   
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     ---, A Simillacrum and Marisol Quiroz
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