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Feb 2018
its 3 am and my eyes are still burning from all the tears that were wasted on you.
its 3 am and your face is imbeded in my memory
its 3 am and once again i am alone while you lay with another
its 3 am and for the last time i let you enter my mind.
its 3 am and i am done giving up over you.
Written by
anna grace  19/F
(19/F)   
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   --- and Cheryllee
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