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Mar 2015
I couldn't prepare myself this war
Shattered in pieces,curl up on the floor
We coulda made everything ok
But we just,through the blame back and fourth We treated love like a sport
True love is gift, but we let it drift
I felt the Angels cry when you and I say goodbye .
Myriah
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Myriah  24/F/Georgia
(24/F/Georgia)   
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