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Jan 2017
The pain in your eyes,
it cut me to the core.
It was a deep, dark wound
that I had never seen before

Your scars that you uncovered,
your heart strung out to dry,
broken into throbbing pieces.

Lift your face, open your eyes.
You've made mistakes, but that's not your disguise!
Show me your smile, let me hear your laugh.
You're my issue now, my whole, not my half.
Ash Rose
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Ash Rose  20/F/nashville
(20/F/nashville)   
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