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Jul 31
Do your heart strings break when you think of me, too?
No.
I carried the love for me and for you.
With rose-coloured glasses, my tears washed your face.
While you whispered the sweet nothings
Of being your biggest mistake.
So, break if I must, to shed your skin.
One must end for another to begin.
Back in my sad poetry era! Thanks egg donorπŸ˜‚I truthfully never left
Mayah Seals
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Mayah Seals  26/F/Ohio
(26/F/Ohio)   
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   Boris Cho and Jeremy Betts
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