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Mar 2015
I never believed you could fall out of love
like you never believed when i told you
your face told a thousand stories
but all the same ending
all that's left is this burning in my chest
where butterflies used to be
i found what i loved and let it destroy me
limb from limb
but oh god
i loved you. i love you.
John Pilgrim
Written by
John Pilgrim  London
(London)   
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