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Oct 2014
He grabbed her heart and soul and dragged her off making her feel like she belonged to him.
But soon her only thoughts were how to get rid of him.
Because none of this "love" brought any ounce of happiness for her.
And though the regret she drowns in fills her lungs, she still manages to breathe a little of his air,
hanging on to that small,
ripped piece of him.
Raven
Written by
Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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