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Mar 2019
"I put it back with a flip of the chin. I let that poison sink right in. It burns my heart, like it was you. The love in her eyes, she easily withdrew. The loss seems to consume me, far worse than death. My fingers they still feel her. I still taste her breath. She throws her cards down, I call her bluff. Its then that I realize... Mine are not enough. "
Limbotheclown
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Limbotheclown  40/M/Canada
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