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Apr 2014
one minute
i hate your guts,
and the next
i'm hopelessly drowning
in those ocean blue eyes
and i know
that we never have a chance
because you have her
and she's so much better
than me
but sometimes,
for a few moments,
i love to think
that one day
you'll talk to me
like you used to
and we could help each other
heal our hearts
that are shattered in a
million pieces

-e.w.
If you haven't noticed, the boy with the ocean blue eyes is the same one in all my poems..
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   Cora Salas and Joshua Haines
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