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Aug 2015
it happens all the time
meeting the right person
at the wrong time
picturing things -- picture perfect,
while avoiding the warning sign
breaking your heart
after blowing your mind
wear your heart on your sleeve
and they leave every time
I guess I will never learn
I guess I will never get it right, so its fine.
worse part about it, is the story of my life.
sorry ending, every time.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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