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Dec 2017
You held my notebook in your hands, flipping through the pages gingerly

You have no idea
how hard it was for me
to place my soul in your palms
and watch you read the words that constantly bleed out of my heart
from a wound you caused
Lauren Johnson
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Lauren Johnson  20/F
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