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Oct 2017
Why must it be like this,
Why is the person,
That used to be my cause a happiness,
Now the sole reason for my sadness,
I can never look into those eyes,
That I blindly trusted,
Pieces of my heart u pick,
Everytime I see you I feel sick,
What made me happy the most,
Now kills me from inside,
And the pain of seeing you everyday is the worst.
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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     Em MacKenzie, Keith Wilson and R Arora
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