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Oct 2012
How can I fix wounds
That are so fresh
That open every time
You tell me I'm your everything
Every time you tell me you love me
You hate him
Because in your mind
He stole me away
And maybe he did
But I never planned it
I thought I was falling in love with you
So I ran
But he got in my way
And because of it
He unleashed an older love
That can never completely die.
Victoria Jennings
Written by
Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
305
   --- and Sydney Victoria
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