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Mar 2018
Your touch is like a flame maybe that’s why it burned so much when I let you to close.

The scars on my arm are no where near as painful as the ones you put on my heart.

You gave me a false sense a security a demon disguised as a angel.

I thought you were sent from heaven but you crawled up from hell.

Yet I was the one burning in flames, not you.
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Hailey  24
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