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Jan 2013
It's hard to tell if the salty tears staining my cheeks are of sadness or relief.

Happiness or anger.

You destroy me and build me up stronger.
I love you when he's not around.

I love you when I hate him.

I want you, me, us.

But he remains. Staining my skin, my lips, my eyes and my words red.
J
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