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Jun 2016
She sat and held my hands,
Promising she would always be there.
But she wasn't.
No one ever is until they understand the hurt
The stabbing I feel in my chest
The chest that extends beyond the surface he craves
To a heart no bitter friendship could ever mend
ren
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ren  20/F
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