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i gave her my heart and she

turned it into her own personal

punching bag

but:

she told me she loved me

she loved me

she loved me

(because if you say it enough times it becomes REAL)

and then she walked away

stealing my love away

in her hands

squeezing it until it turned

into sawdust

in her hands

we never spoke ((of this))

((ever)) again

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