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Feb 2018
Don't you try and tell me  my dear friend  that how love can be so beautiful, when all love brought me was shattered parts of my personality
, that I'm still picking up today.
Don't tell me that true love will make me a better person all love made me was bitter , sad., lonely. .lost, weak
I will sit on the self forever collect dust
Bitterly tasting nothing.I will safely rote away .
I don't no well I do I have a aunt who is only in her 50s she is so bitter from love so hurt she will never look again. Sad x she hates people no one talks too her she is so angry I just had too put it down x how she sees love . I hope one day she will be happy x
Written by
Tash Mckay  42/F/England
(42/F/England)   
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