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Oct 2013
Cry
I can't give it up
The first day. I saw you cry.
The way the hurt.
Stung those eyes. It ate me up.
Why are you afraid?

Of me, I see.
Bleeding heart wide,
Your face is pale.
Before collision

The day you met me.
I drowned.
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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