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Oct 2015
I was the one who watched you
Stray from the one you loved.
Each night to her, you'd say,
"I love you".
And now she means nothing.
Which makes me wonder if
All of this will soon be
Nothing, too.
Isabelle
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Isabelle  20/F/Pennsylvania
(20/F/Pennsylvania)   
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