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Sep 2018
My feelings?
They are gone.
For you anyway

I still love you,
I just don’t think you love me.

So here I am,
Writing how I feel.
But you dont give a ****.
No.

You only care for your blackened heart.
My pink one is nothing to you,
Am I right?
Exact date written unknown.
Written by
Bella
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       JL Smith, nooneknoes, Survived and H-B
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