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Jan 2016
Lose my keys.
Lose my sleep.
Lose my thoughts.
Lose my pride.
Lose my lover.
Lose my mind.
This is a skill I've mastered.
What I am is a loser.

Trust me darling it only hurts the first time.
The pain?
You'll lose that too.
then I lost you.
Written by
emma jane  19/F/new england
(19/F/new england)   
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