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Apr 2016
If you ever think of giving me false hope
Or never ending lies
I suggest you don't.

My heart is too fragile
Mend of fractures of glasses
I've picked before.

It's too weak
After series
And series
Of hopeful regret.

So if you ever
Think about breaking my heart
I beg you
With all energy
I still had

Please don't.
I can't even think after writing this poem. It's too accurate to me.
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complexify  Earth, unfortunately.
(Earth, unfortunately.)   
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       ---, timothy, Ronney and Vanessa Gatley
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