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Apparicious May 2017
He held on
But not to her
She fell straight to the ground
Feeling lost and hurt

She loved
He hated
Everything that was in her head
But yet still laid with her in bed

He hated everything she wanted to be
She was blind
By love that wasn't give back in return

A rose died that day
Along with her love
She took it all back
He never realized it yet
I wrote this thinking about a couple of things from the past.

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