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Dec 2014
My soul split when I shared you it
and I discovered, last minute
you had a history
of quitting

A life barely lived,
you caught me by surprise
To find at so young
you have been already worn-out

Too tired for words
that which tend to base growth
within a relationship that is fickle
you're a sharp ice cicle
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