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Oct 2015
It hurts to feel,
Even the happiest of things.
A heart bound to break,
life controlled by ache.
Words replaced with guilt,
Secrets told only out of lies.
Kissed by torment,
Felt by mourn.

Why?
Does it hurt to feel?
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