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Sep 2018
It’s hard to explain my love for you,
You told me that I loved the thought of you.
It’s funny to think that you lied in a way,
Because I hate the thought of you,
I don’t know how to explain.
It brings me to tears each time,
Oh, the irony to think that it was once just you and me.
It’s so hard to believe.
That you’d just up and leave.
Quetta Rose
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Quetta Rose  17/F
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