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Jan 2014
oh how it kills,
to see someone else call you theirs
when you say you're mine,
how the wound opens
and the salt rubs in
when I see you call all the girls the same thing.
Lydia Victoria Kate
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Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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