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Dec 2014
He had found someone new,
pale turned white, the blood rushed
out of my face,
ears rang like a bomb went bang
I cried for the longest time
until I was empty and rocked
myself to sleep in the dark.

When you found someone new,
or old,
I remembered how you called her a ******,
I laughed, was a little bit sad,
but I guess that means it's not love.
Molly
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Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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