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Jul 2010
first boy to kiss me
first to call me beautiful
first to say "i love you"

first to twist my heart
first to make me ache
with pain honest as life

first to make me die
a thousand deaths inside
first to make me weep
until my soul was dry

and that love that never came to be
that ended far too soon
is the one that shatters me
more than any lover could
Written by
Sandra B
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