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Mar 2015
My walls were made of titanium and built sky-high, but boy, you sent them crashing down

You thawed my icy heart with a warmth like a gentle summer's breeze, and swore you'd never make me frown

I gave you the key to my heart and soul and not too long after, eventually disposed of the lock

I told you all about my masks and flaws, and even showed you my coveted memory box

I guess I should've seen it coming when you started leaving me notes - that we were not meant to be

You never meant to stay, neither did you want to share your future with me; all you wanted to be was a bittersweet memory
15th March 2015
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