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Jun 2014
You burned the picture I made..

It hurts me in a way.

Why?

I don't know.

Probably because I spent time on it.

But, it was worthless.

We're both looking for better things.

(Despite your damaging UV rays).

I heard when you play with fire..

You're bound to get burned.

Too bad I was left with the scar.

Because, I wanted to forget.

And move on.
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Levi Andrew  21/M
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