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Feb 2018
It's fast and it hits hard

Depending on what kind, it may even hurt

But you stand there tall with your armor of pride, protecting your inner self from this outer threat

But then there's the new kind of bullet, one you don't know how to fight back at

Maybe this love will be greater then others before

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic
Zach
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Zach  18/M/Minnesota
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