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Sep 2015
sometimes I wish broken hearts
could be seen with the naked eye,
like how you see flesh wounds and plaster.
Maybe if her pain was visible,
he could finally see that he is without excuse
for all the damage he caused her.

*v.g
For my dearest friend.
Vanessa Grace
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Vanessa Grace  23/F/Jacksonville, FL
(23/F/Jacksonville, FL)   
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