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Nov 2014
I laugh in the face of love
      I cringe thinking of the passion
              I bathe in the hate I now feel
if it takes away
         what you once were
                  what you once meant.
Every love song a beautiful lie
           Every poem an empty cry
I could scrub my skin
     Until the blood seeps through
           If it meant forgetting you.
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
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