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Jul 2017
I'm so accustomed to this sad heart of mine,
If it were whole, I may die.
The fear alone being full then drained,
I'm a prisoner to love,
Gold fashion, locks and chains.
I'll never speak of love.
Love has no face or name.
I'll never believe in love,
It will just cheat me again.
I'll never be in love,
Love is a losing game.
C. Tyler
CT Wordz
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CT Wordz  27/F/Baltimore
(27/F/Baltimore)   
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