Heart
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WpMetadataReadComplete Tue, Sep 13, 2016<5 mins
The heart is so easily Hurt and changed over ,and,over again and it,s So hard too pretend that you don't Hurt or miss someone again and again even If there in the back of your mind Because deep down you still love them and can,t Let go and it sucks all the same and their,s no one To blame when your silently tearing apart at night when They all sleep and you know the person you love won,t be Their anymore so everything just feels swore.
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