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Jun 2017
Q
It hurts.
Every time you tell me that you'll stop.
But you don't.
You mean so much to me
I am drawn to the hurt in your eyes
The pain in your voice of past hurts and afflictions that I was not there to help you with.
But I'm here.
So let me into your life.
Let us work through your strife.
I'm listening.
Hello?
Written by
Haydee
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   --- and Corvus
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