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Mar 2020
I don’t believe in true love,
for it leaves just like a dove.
He ***** his wings and **** he’s gone
he leaves nothing, not even a song.
Love doesn’t fill my heart with joy.
Love makes me bend until i break like a toy.
He doesn’t love you like you think,
so let your blood poor out into the sink.
Darling, he doesn’t care.
Just don’t forget, never leave your arms bare.
The scars are larger than his love,
now go to heaven on his dove.
Lili Gudewicz
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Lili Gudewicz  18/F/Hell
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