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Aug 2016
She choose the wrong ******* guy..

And the right guy is sitting right here....his hands cut and sliced from the shattered pieces of his heart that crumble in his palms
He doesn't seem to comprehend yet....that his heart is broken
That his pitiful attempts to put it back together only results in his blood spilling
His soul spilling
His life spilling
Ariel Taverner
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Ariel Taverner  South Africa pretoria
(South Africa pretoria)   
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