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Dec 2013
A mess made
From two lovers
Who didn't agree on much
Like what to use while cleaning up
A tragic war within our hearts.
I scrubbed my wrists with soap
You cleansed your mind in bleach
And now I know all you wanted
Was just to forget me
anon
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