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Mar 29
There's a pain in my chest, its a stinging, throbbing ache.
I knew the day I had lost you, it was the day I was left to wait.
you smelled of lavish perfume, and I knew it wasn't mine.
how much does her love cost? cause mine didn't cost a dime.
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Jupiter  15/F
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