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Apr 2018
You       me

We were not
Ment to be. The way
you pull at my strings,
Takes me down with every
touch. Why even when i hate you,
Do you make me smile, Something is
Wrong with my heart. My broken,
Stolen, painfilled, sickened
heart. I lose track of
pain, for how
my heart
feels.
Matthew Cie
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Matthew Cie  15/F/No
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