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Sep 2014
my mother loved me so
she burnt my heart out
before i met you

my father loved me so
he handed me his anger
before i met you

my family loved me so
there was nothing left
when i met you.
and i'm so sorry for that.
hkr
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hkr  the city
(the city)   
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