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Nov 2014
Sweaty palms,
Worried eyes,
Biting my lip
To keep inside
The burning pain
Left behind
Your memory
I've tried to hide
Sang a song
Of our demise
An elegy
In disguise
I miss you
But I'll deny
You won't win
Our end is nye
I just proved my Taylor Swift status.
Written by
Shiloh Celestia Monroe  26/Pangender/Akron, OH
(26/Pangender/Akron, OH)   
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