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Oct 2014
My love lives.
You had my heart in your hands only to rip it to pieces.
My love lives.
You moved on, still I have not.
My love lives.
I have never seen you smile as much as you do with her.
My love lives.
I do not want to move on because
My love lives.
It kills me to see you so happy, yet my love lives.
My love… For you.. It lives only to find my heart dead.
Shanijua
Written by
Shanijua  24/F/Brookhaven
(24/F/Brookhaven)   
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   Michael Humbert
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