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Sep 2013
Am not sorry for the times I stood up for myself.
That was your job and yet you left me all alone.
Waiting,
Always waiting.
For you.
For me.
Somehow we never met halfway,
All the tears I shed hoping you would change your mind.
That you would have my back just once.
Instead I had to hold myself together so I wouldn't break.
I learnt to breathe on my own.
Mia
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Mia  F/Paris
(F/Paris)   
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