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May 2016
I wear my
heart on my sleeve
so like a stain
i cant forget the pain
of,
me losing me
just to find the real you
conflicted
by the contradictions
of you way say
and what you do
loved you from the bottom of my heart
thank god the bottom finally fell through.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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