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Apr 2014
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There wasn't much left of me,
after you destroyed me.
Set my heart on fire,
flames burning.

You, my dear, have a heart so cold.
So cold, it puts shivers down my spine.
Everytime you say my name,
it sends chills running down my body.

But you broke me. Destroyed me.
And you don't destroy the ones you love.
-s.m
Samara Metz
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Samara Metz  Florida
(Florida)   
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