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Oct 2014
Love’s not what I meant
When he thought it was
I saw him as a savior
When he saw me as a lover
I poured my heart out
When he kept his from me
I broke this boring attachment
When he tried to keep it together
My arms cried for me
When his eyes cried for him
My emotions stopped
When his overflowed
I am the villain
When he is the victim
Skye Gale
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Skye Gale
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