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Oct 2016
I hate that picture of us.
I despise it because I know now,
you did not love me in that particular moment.
You lied through gritted teeth,
and a smile that made me love you like no other.
And I believed you.
*I believed you.
Isabelle Christianson
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   Bluebird and SPT
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