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Oct 2014
The fire in your eyes is fueled by your lies.
I don't care anymore I ignore your cries.
I sit back and watch as our love slowly dies.
I bought every word as you hid In disguise.
Your chiseling heart is filled with cold ice.
My heart is like a bird slowly it will rise.
I'm glad that it's over, no more sacrifice.
Love is a game I will no longer try.
Brittany Blankenship
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