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Feb 2015
The words he said touched me in a place where I was so soft that I could not help but cry.
And then he hurt me.
And still life demands of you that you trust and ache again and againΒ Β and it turns into an endless cycle of trust and pain that tail each other
So closely that you can no longer tell where oneendsandtheotherbegins.
Anna Zagerson
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Anna Zagerson  Brooklyn, NY
(Brooklyn, NY)   
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