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Jul 2018
There is not much I care to share
But the more I write
The more I dare
I can overcome
All of what you’re unaware
And the less I’m scared
The more I want you to know
I still care.
It wasn’t always so
“I hate you” is what you were told
You shouldn’t have went into the cold
Our cave protected you from the snow
I’m sorry our love
Didn’t have a chance to grow.

It was all my fault
In my lonesome **** I shall rot.
#pastlove
Diana Garcia
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Diana Garcia  25/F/not so sunny california
(25/F/not so sunny california)   
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