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Jun 2017
She killed herself, but only on the inside.
She ripped her mind apart piece by piece and let the pieces fall to bottoms of her feet.
She never loved anyone after that day.
Because love comes once, and she knew she had ****** up.
So she carried around the weight of the misery, and hoped that maybe one day he might love her again.
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QuietGlass  20/F
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