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May 2013
I never loved you, I didn't dare.
Your forsaken heart is not for me to spare.

You'll tell me don't return dear
Our conquered love will die here
and so will you
to me.

Erasing every hand track
I'm never going to come back
to before summer came.
Kayla Anne Fowler
Written by
Kayla Anne Fowler  23/F/Omaha
(23/F/Omaha)   
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