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Her big round sparkly eyes, always cover for all her lies. Her beautiful white smile, I think about every hour. She cant see how much I love her, the sacrifice and price an willing to pay for her. It pains me  when she hurts me, but I would rather have that than feel nothing at all. I call her love, she scorns at me, she is sent from above, by the havens to come rescue me. my one and only; my true love; myself; me.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
Internal Conflict
Her big round sparkly eyes, always cover for all her lies. Her beautiful white smile, I think about every hour. She cant see how much I love her, the sacrifice and price an willing to pay for her. It pains me  when she hurts me, but I would rather have that than feel nothing at all. I call her love, she scorns at me, she is sent from above, by the havens to come rescue me. my one and only; my true love; myself; me.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
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