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Jun 2017
If you truly loved me.
You wouldn't tell me.

Love is commonly.
A fleeting thing.
Here one day.
Gone the next.

So favor me with silence.
Let me think otherwise.
For the pain I shall endure.
When you pull your love away.
Is far greater than any other pain.
Even that of unrequited love.
Written by
Jamison Bell
259
   Julie Smith
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