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Oct 2018
This summer
Was the most loved
I’ve ever felt.

Good mornings and
Good nights and
Dozens of I miss you’s.

The smallest of ways
Were how she showed me
she cared.

A princess for a month,
That’s all I really was,
At least to her.

And though she ripped my heart to shreds
I wouldn’t change it for the world
In fact, I’d do it all over again
If it meant feeling her love one last time.
I guess I was always a ******* when it came to her
Written by
aury  18/F/fl
   Fawn and em
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