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You found me; Whilst I was to finding myself; I trusted you with all my pieces; And you took them as a trophy, A prize for when you broke me; In their place; I was left with your false I love you’s; As scars on my desolate heart.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Found Things
You found me; Whilst I was to finding myself; I trusted you with all my pieces; And you took them as a trophy, A prize for when you broke me; In their place; I was left with your false I love you’s; As scars on my desolate heart.
Aletheia
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
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