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Aug 2016
Someone remind me.
Why am I doing this?
It's going to hurt.
Fairy tales aren't my style.
I crash and burn with a hole,
The size of a softball in my chest.
But I can't help it.
At least this burn will finally be the last.
His Gweniverre
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