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Nov 2014
You left me with a broken heart.
Is that why I feel like I was shot with a dart?

I still love you but I hate you.
What are you going to do?

Why do I have to be torn apart?
I feel like a black art.

I wonder what you think.
Even when you don't drink.

Do you even know how to love?
Would you realize love, if I was sent above?

I miss him..
Even if he thinks dim.
I don't know just random
Britty Bruce
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Britty Bruce  iowa
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