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Nov 2016
You're the love that comes too late,
following in another's wake...

You're the love they love to hate,
kissing scars you didn't make...

You're the love that believes in fate,
giving a heart they plan to break...
Seriously, I don't know what to tag things as.
Chey Ferrill
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Chey Ferrill  27/F/Ontario
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