Someone New

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This guy I really liked blocked me for no reason. A week later he told me that he met someone else. This poem is about the anger and sadness I felt after he told me.All Rights Reserved

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Someone New
Wed, Oct 11, 2017

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Someone New
Wed, Oct 11, 2017

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