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Dec 2019
the first lie you told me was when you swore to never hurt me.
the last came the day i left when you spat that you had loved me.
dear boy,
love does not transition to past tense overnight.
Riveá
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Riveá  18/F/Iowa
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     Thomas W Case, kateasz, saige, Joey, Malia and 1 other
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