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Aug 2017
You offered me your cold shoulder to cry on.
The chip pressed against my skull,
and made the tears flow even faster.
What happened to the base of my support?
You replied by letting my weight drop.
I was nothing to you.
Armed with my trust you burned my heart.
Left behind marks of betrayal.
My dream catcher only knows nightmares.
Chloe
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Chloe  25/Cisgender Female
(25/Cisgender Female)   
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