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May 2019
I broke my best friends heart,
I wish it were me instead.
Me the one who is limping with the broken wing.
Why not me and why you.

You could have flown so high,
if I hadn't shot you down,
with cupids arrow.
Guess that's why you can't trust Gods.
Written by
Hannah Willard  21/Gender Fluid/Bay Area
(21/Gender Fluid/Bay Area)   
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