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Apr 2014
My body aches when you're gone
Not the typical aches
Internal ones
I mean the ones where your stomach
Turns knots
The one that leaves incisions on the heart
You tore me apart
You always played the game just a little better
But I wasn't playing a game
I was the target
Aubree Brianne
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Aubree Brianne  23/F
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