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Jan 2016
i ripped out my heart and gave it to you, placed it right there on the kitchen bench
and yes it was my choice but my god it is so draining to
give, give, give and receive nothing in return.
those who say giving is the best gift of all have never experienced
the wonderful reverberations of unrequited love.
was i asking for too much baby?
yas
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yas  aus
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   RH 78 and Alliana Griselle
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