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Jul 2015
It didn't bother me
when I looked straight into her eyes
She didn't love me, as I did her.
I was just glad I could let myself
risk pain in my heart one last time.
Every heartbreak leaves scar tissue;
but I still remain hopeful
one day someone will look at me,
as I her.
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Sloane Hill  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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   alison
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