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Feb 2018
She had a porcelain complexion
But make no objection
She was perfection
She had soft doe eyes
And a smile that could light up the night
We would lie awake
Stay up late
Talking till the morning started peaking through my stupid shades
Her soul was truthful
It was beautiful
But somewhere along the line someone broke her so now she tries to hide
Little thin white lies
And a harsh abbrassive guise
In reality
She loves deeply,
And completely
But I never loved her because she couldn't let me
The other night I had a dream reminding me of this girl I knew once. She was special and beautiful in so many ways but she was hard to love because she didn't believe she deserved love in any meaningful way.
I don't know whatever happened to her because she long cut ties with all her old friends and I haven't heard from her since. I still think about her at times though and hope she is doing well.
Matthew A Cain
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Matthew A Cain  23/M/St. Louis, Mo
(23/M/St. Louis, Mo)   
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