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Sep 2016
Blurry thoughts,
Weary eyes.
My life was built by others lies.
Frosted love,
thrown to the cold.
Often times I feel alone.
Skin deep does it cut,
sometime we should keep our mouth shut.
This moment now is near it's end,
because I know I will forgive again.
Written by
Georgia Grace  Australia
(Australia)   
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