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Apr 2015
You told me I was your forever,
The oxygen to your lungs,
The beat to your heart,
I told you that you were my nightmare cure,
Then I saw you tell her the same you told me,
It tore my heart apart,
and now as I sit alone,
and I close my eyes,
my nightmares come alive..
Jaide Tennyson 3
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Jaide Tennyson 3
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