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May 10
I hate the way
You left me
On a Sunday
With no call

You disrupted dreams
With a preposter
Who wasn’t
You at all

I was left
To grieve alone.
My tears fell
I hit a wall

You said eternity
Which wasn’t true
Now I’m sad
Bethany
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Bethany  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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