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Jun 2020
that wasn’t love, love.
i know there are still pieces of me,
screaming,
crying,
and sometimes, yes
they whisper,
softly and dearly,
trying to manipulate me,
trying to tell me,
that it was indeed love.
but you were right.
it wasn’t love.
and i have come to understand it.
eloïse
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   Prerna Singh
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