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Jun 2016
I know we were young;
We were naive.
But you told me you loved me,
And so I believed.

I know we grew older;
We learned to know better.
But you once thought that you loved me,
And I still remember.

I know it was false.
We weren't pieces that fit.
But you believed that you loved me,
And you should have treated me like it.
Cheyenne
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Cheyenne
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   ---, 0o, JDK, DivineDao and Arcassin B
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