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Jul 2017
I dreamed about you last night; and it didn't hurt. Not until I woke up and realized it was just a dream, that is.
It doesn't have to be romantic, you don't have to touch me like I'm silk, you can hold me with rough hands and look at me with tired eyes,
After being in the dark for two years,
Even the worst of you illuminates me,
Even the worst of you sets me free
to the boy who broke my heart
Written by
abby  23/F/Connecticut
(23/F/Connecticut)   
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