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Jun 2019
You loved her less, for whatever reason—
Your brilliant redemption, your glowing new start—
And it made you realise
You were just the same.
That decay you thought she’d burned away
Had just been waiting in the wings
And in the moment you loved her less,
Her illusive light fading,
Your soul began to rot again.
Emma
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Emma  23/F/Your Mom’s
(23/F/Your Mom’s)   
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