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Dec 2018
She became my drug.
But all she wanted me to do
Was sweep my feelings
Under a rug.

And from the moment
She used the word "love"
I never could hear it enough.

And then,
Like I predicted from the start.
It fell apart.

Buildings of our design
Falling to rubble
And now sparks trouble.

So I keep myself calm
On surface level
But inside I'm not settled.
Alex Smith
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Alex Smith  24/M/Los Angeles, CA
(24/M/Los Angeles, CA)   
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