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Dec 2016
You found me;
Whilst I was to finding myself;
I trusted you with all my pieces;
And you took them as a trophy,
A prize for when you broke me;
In their place;
I was left with your false I love you’s;
As scars on my desolate heart.
Aletheia Ann Bradford
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Aletheia Ann Bradford  26/F/The 2nd star to the right
(26/F/The 2nd star to the right)   
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   L B and samantha neal
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