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Aug 2013
I wrote it like a poem
Poured myself into every word
The only difference is
you'll actually read it
You'll read it and you won't call it art
You'll just tell me you're sorry
You would if you could
But you're broken
And scared
And strange

I wish you'd just believe me
Or anyone who tries to love you
You're beautiful
I swear by it
So beautiful it hurts me
That eerie ache in my bones
I just wanna be here for you
I wish you'd let me
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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