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Jun 2015
My muse was loving you.
My muse was being hurt by your love.
But you not loving me.
Your realization of never truly being in that love,
That isn't a pain I can even begin to write about.
Knowing that I could have changed all this had I been older and more grown? That's a story that hasn't been read yet. As if it will ever be opened...
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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