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Mar 2015
I hate the way you make words roll down my tongue like a ball on a hill.
I hate how gravity pulls me back into your unwelcoming embrace everytime I stand up.
I hate how your narrow understanding pushes me into the cracking foundation of our fate.
You broke me, congratulations
Nina Campos
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Nina Campos  21/F/ILLINOIS
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