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Mar 6
You didn't break my heart
Only snuffed out what was left
Soul crushing becoming an art
Love must have been mentioned in jest
Another gruesome end finding it's start
I fear to even hear your next quest
I beg for a hand as my edge crumbles apart
Why one is never extended is anyone's guess

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Jeremy Betts
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Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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