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Feb 2021
I gave u a book,
You could write anything in it,
It was all yours,
Yet you decided to destroy it,
Throw it around like garbage,
Instead of love you choose harm,
But I guess that's just how you are,
Aren't you?
Written by
beingcoolisaflex
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