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Dec 2015
I do not love him.
...not anymore...
maybe I truly never did.
...although I felt the chore...
I do miss him.
...so much I cry...
or maybe I don't miss him.
*...but I am known to lie...
for the girls missing the boy who said he'd always love them.
Alyssa Torres
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