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Kyra yaqub Apr 2018
You were to take the pain away.
We were not supposed to be a thing. Just a fling to nurse the pain.
For my past has been my foe, he bound me with an iron chain. Oh, how can I restrain.
Heart so pure as snow, and eyes glitters like gold but your love for me can never be returned. For my heart is with another, shackled and bleeds.

— The End —