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it burned through me. 
knowing he would never want me back burned.
knowing i would never touch his precious face again burned.
it all burned and it still does.All Rights Reserved

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learning to move on.
Sat, Apr 18, 2015

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learning to move on.
Sat, Apr 18, 2015

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