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Jan 2019
Compulsory took a role in the love story of us.
It tore me down,
But I tried to piece us back together.
The walls I built were made of glass,
But were destroyed by the inane words that left your lips.
I despised the fact that you were a habit of mine,
A soul that I felt obligated to come back to.
But you were just a trick that I let play my mind.
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   julie
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