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Sep 2014
When I read (y)our old messages,
I cry in disbelief.
How could you not mean
All that you said to me?


You said it meant nothing.
But I have the letters,
The presents, the promises
That disagree.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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