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Sep 2019
She's that type,
Smiling in pain hype,
Dancing with broken leg,
And love with a hurt heart.    

She's that type,
The one you broke hers heart,  
But loved with every broken piece,
And loves with a bleeding heart.  

She's that type,
Who doesn't hit you with facts,
Even with **** evidence,
She watches you slam her heart,
And loves with a gloomy heart.    

She's that type,
A time will come when,
She can't hold it no more,
But walk away with tears drying,
She'll not love with a wound
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Dre Poetry
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