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Feb 2017
I wish you wouldn't
fall victim to my mood.
When I am sad,
you get the same way too.
It makes me feel like poison.
Like I'm salt,
and your heart
is an open wound.
I have to be the stronger person.
xo
Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
(22/F/Nomad)   
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