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May 2019
They ...
Killed my spirit,
crushed my soul.

My heart was left in million pieces.
And will take a million years
to collect them.
A million years to put them back.

Please,
don't be a mean fool,
my emotions are not a playing tool.
Written by
ghostgirl
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