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Jul 2020
The notion that someone like you
Could ever possibly love someone like me,
Shatters my heart.
I was born a bull,
Crashing through everything I touch,
And you're made of porcelain.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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     Elizabeth J and efni
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