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Nov 2018
a broken heart is nothing new,
there's weeds to grow,
and things to do.
we make up words,
to make them true,
but not the kind to hold on to.
So let it go,
and time will pass,
the questions, easier to ask.
and when you do,
what will you say?

"I lived to love another day"
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
142
       --- and A Simillacrum
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