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Dec 2016
This heart is not for sale
It can only be given
But you wouldn't take it
Yet you had it stolen

Now I'm here without you
A gaping wound in my chest
You couldn't help but hurt me
Now you see I'm a mess

Actually you don't see because you're gone
You left me all alone with no heart
But I'm not going to break for you
I'm going to keep marching on

And you'll miss me
Written 4 February 2016... oh how time made me a liar...
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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