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Nov 2016
I wish I could love like before
with no troubles or worries
about secret intentions.

All along you planned to break me
to play with my carefully guarded heart
then throw it on the floor.

I thought you were just like me,
Innocent and sweet
gentle and kind.

How could you turn into such a monster?
Abandoning your old ways
turning into the one thing I feared the most.
Émilie Murray
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Émilie Murray  20/F/New York
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