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Apr 2017
Your cigarettes stained
My hair and breath.
We never found home,
But a place to rest.

Your alcohol intoxicated
My legs and sight.
You said you loved me,
And I believed you might.

Your cursing struck
My ears and face.
You decided to leave,
But left an empty space.

Your empty promises broke
My heart and wrists.
I knew I shouldn't write,
But I couldn't resist.
Emma Livry
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Emma Livry  19/F/France
(19/F/France)   
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