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Jul 2020
I wish you felt the pain I feel
every time
I dream of you.
I am broken
Bruised.
I am aching,
I am tearing.
I am bleeding,
In my heart.

And it can't stop.
I love you and it kills me that I can't talk to you and say how sorry I am.
The Untold
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The Untold  F/Somewhere in Africa
(F/Somewhere in Africa)   
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