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Jan 2018
Don't know what's colder,
This night breeze,
Or
The words that left your mouth.

Don't know what hurts more,
This open wound,
Or
The aching heart.

Don't know what's more messed up,
Losing you,
Or
Losing myself in you.
Eliz
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Eliz  18/F
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