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Aug 2016
I remember the time we met.
I was a broken tea cup,
a prince without a crown.
You were a cracked bottle,
a princess without a gown.

But, life isn't a fairy tale.

We caught eyes
and continued on,
a broken boy and a cracked girl.

Maybe we would've fallen in love.
Maybe we would've healed.

Somewhere,
maybe,
we have a happy ending.
2016-08-27
apollota
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apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
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