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Jan 2021
I'm falling more each day, wishing I would stop.
I know love comes with battles,
That leaves scars Instead of kisses.
I grow up dreading love knowing how it can break someone.
I never want to heart fall in love because that turns into hate.
Should I put back up my walls before it's too late?
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
77
   Autumn
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