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May 2015
I thought summer was the time of the flourish of our imagination.
But really it was just the time for false devotion.
Memories shared and memories forgotten.
Promises made and promises broken.

I thought summer was the time for keeping ourselves away from harm.
But really it was the reason for the cuts in my arm.
All of your words; worked like a charm.
Causing all of these false feelings to form.

All this time, I thought you were my treasure and luck.
Now I just think you're toxic as f*ck.
Infecting and corroding my heart with your poison.
The poison that's made up of your lies and your treason.
Brent
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Brent  22/M/MNL, PH
(22/M/MNL, PH)   
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