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Apr 2015
Love;

Don't worry if i'm angry
don't fear if I yell
The real me is dead.

Don't listen to my words.
for i know they are
only meant to hurt.

I think you know
this isn't me
you know i'm out of me

With time ill learn
how to be
the broken me.

I'm sorry if i'm angry
I'm sorry if I yell
the lovely meΒ Β is dead.
Virginia S
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Virginia S  Argentina
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