Forever Broken Heart
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Last published Sat, May 2, 2015
I'm sure you've all heard the stories, had the depressing moments of your own. When you've finally lost the one person you love most, or loved in this case. The person you hoped to be with forever. You still play the memories back in your head, not wanting to hit the pause button. But as we all know, no romance ever lasts, all love must come to an end. This is the poem of a girl with the forever broken heart.
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