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Mar 2018
She makes
my heart sob
That gut wrenching
pain
what once was
exquisite butterflies

There are times
I wish with
every aching bone
in my body
that i hadn't
fallen for
her

Like a glass vase
obliterated on
cold floors
I was just
time to ****
on her clock
Why must i
be in
pain
Sadly Kida
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Sadly Kida  20/F/Someone's dusty attic
(20/F/Someone's dusty attic)   
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