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Jul 2017
Her heart was a reflection of all my insecurities
intertwined with hope and gold
and I still found a way to break it

It's my first year without her,
6 more of ill luck to go.
Angela K
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Angela K  16/Bigender/Botswana
(16/Bigender/Botswana)   
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