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Mar 2014
you wield words like knives
you cut me off and let me go
the hard way
the most painful
and selfish way
anyone ever could

my hope remains perished
and the cuts soon turned to scars
they remind me of the way
you let me go
as if i was never yours
i was really tired when i wrote this
daringly
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daringly  atlantic
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