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Jun 2014
My love for you was a fire but I only seemed to burn you.
My passion was the rain but I only seemed to drown you.
My pain was the ocean but you had a boat.
My loneliness was the tide but you kept sending me away.

Now I'm a hurricane.
But you aren't around.
Now I'm collapsing.
You found your way back home.
I'm nothing now.
You visited my grave.
Emily Archer
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Emily Archer  20/F
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   --- and Tark Wain
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