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Jan 2017
My heart is weak and you ran at it with an axe.
Like you couldn’t differentiate between laughter and screaming.
The tears that fell weren’t happy.
Just like the love you represented wasn’t real.
Rhiannon
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Rhiannon  United Kingdom
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