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Feb 2014
when you try to break a cookie half, someone always gets a bigger piece
torn from they're heart
someone always hurts more
even if they said they're "okay" with it


Don't you see
or are you blind?
oblivious?
you always were
you think i'm okay with this?
well i'm not! inside i'm braking to bits
because hearts aren't perforated to break down the middle
so yes, i'm hurting more than you know
you always saw so little
is this, this uneven split
what is called mutual?
Emma
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Emma
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   ---, --- and Cassie Stoddard
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