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Aug 2015
Before there was you
There was him.

He didn't love me though,
He just shattered me.
Pieces of me still line these rust stained floors.
I never asked to be put back together,
But yet here you are
Stringing me back with your thread.

Soon you may learn
I'm not quite worth this.

Because before there was a you
There was a him.
You're worth more though you know?
Kolko
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Kolko  24/F/TX
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