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Nov 2016
putting myself first is something I've never been good at.
a fragile heart too big for my chest,
filled with such love,
but not for myself.
I will tend to your wounds,
and sing you to sleep
anything you need
and nothing for me
a heart this big isn't made to survive
Amanda
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Amanda
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   Liv, paige v and NV
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