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Dec 2018
My hand would fit perfectly cupped around your face
Your heart could fill my last empty space
My whole world pauses when we embrace
You are my missing puzzle piece
But I can't have you
My hands are cupped around his face
He is occupying my empty space
While you are crying about someone who doesn't love you
Someone who doesn't deserve you
I need to stop thinking about you
He deserves the space in my heart, you will never fill that space...
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underestimated  16/Gender Questioning/lost
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