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Apr 2016
Cry
Why do I even miss you?
We barely talked anymore...
I hid things from you,
Just as you did from me.
We played a game,
Let's pretend nothing hurts.
So that's how I left it, pretending,
Until you were far enough away to cry.
So it's too late to hug you,
Too late to punch you.
So I'll cry.
His Gweniverre
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His Gweniverre
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     Mable Erina
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