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Dec 2015
Fifteen, I thought he was mine, fifteen he made me his, eighteen I am my own, eighteen I made me mine. I loved him like there was nobody else in the world simply because he told me there was not. Eighteen I knew, even if there was only me and him, I would rather love me.
"and I called it love."
alasia
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alasia  Canada
(Canada)   
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