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Mar 2020
The flowers wilted, fell apart
I cry in bed, alone in the dark.
Meant for you, is what they were,
But you didn't want them, "Yes I'm sure".
Hurting my heart once again,
You always leave my head in a spin.
Aryana Lovelace
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Aryana Lovelace  14/Cisgender Female
(14/Cisgender Female)   
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