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Nov 2018
Who am I now,

If not the apple of your

sharpest, most erudite eye?

Release from a love isn't easy

when without its life,

you know only to die.

Did I ever make you

feel loved?

Because I swear I did try.

Fire's still fire

No matter how hard I might cry.
Written by
Cassidy  18/F/NY
(18/F/NY)   
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