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Nov 2014
There once was a boy.
He had played me like a toy.

He gave me a look into his fiery eye.
There i witnesses the most deepest guy.

His games that we played.
In the end i was the one who was betrayed.

What is love?
there is always two sides to every story above.
There is love and there is inlove.

Thoughts and fears and everything interfers.
You let that one person disappear, into your soul and into your heart.

Now tell me was i loved or inlove?
love in its state of being...
Britty Bruce
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Britty Bruce  iowa
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