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Dec 2016
Well ****.
                      It happened again.
          Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
                  But none of it was real.
                  He didn't feel the same.
             It's been one too many times.
             I won't be hurt by you again.
                  So goodbye to the boy...
                with the red pickup truck.
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