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Jun 2015
Our promises were like glass
  So fragile that the slightest touch would break them.
I over looked all the signs of betrayel and held on to the foolish hope that was soon to set sail with you.
You lied and told me the four letter word we both used one to many times.
     At the height of all the lies
    You told me you'd choose me over any and everything grabbed my hand and said we'd fight odds.        and ends to be togther, but when it came down to it you choose the odds over me and we came to the end and all our promises broke like the fragile heart you once clothed with your warm love and affection.
Written by
Muhammed Amir Shaik  20/M/south africa
(20/M/south africa)   
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