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Aug 2019
Part of healing
Is letting go
And I should forget
The way you looked
At me
But you're my
Own private hell
Burned into my mind
By our eyes
As much as it hurts
I wouldn't stop
If I could
You're the furthest
From breaking
I've ever come
It's been five months. Call me. (556666)
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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       kain, No Nahme, ---, --- and Tyler
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