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Jan 2017
Love is a disease I welcome easily.
I ran right into its arms and got stabbed right in the heart.
Betrayed by the feeling i had trusted the most.
And when i fell back hoping to be caught,
you weren't there, you weren't there.
I fell right to the floor, you told me you loved me.
And then you left me cold and sore.
Kirsten Waskewich
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Kirsten Waskewich  17/F/El Paso
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