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Feb 2016
When I asked you what it felt like you were vague.
You told me only bits of the truth among beautiful sensationalized phrases.
And I kept asking you because I wanted to know.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be used.
I only realized when you left me that curiously can be dangerous.
Because instead of telling me. You showed me.
Gisele Mans
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Gisele Mans  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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