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Apr 2019
How have we ended up here again?
I wish we could make it work
But I think it’s too hard.
It’s killing me
That I’m not allowed to love you like I want to
And every time we have this conversation I swear
My heart breaks a little more.
Written by
Alicia  19/F/UK
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