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September 9, 2012
By Anonymous

I don't love him, but I don't leave him.
And how he felt?
Time would only know,
because to him I was like a beautiful starry night.
Something amazing to look at, magical to experience
but swept away by the sun.
It seems like nothing more is ever to come.
My hopes stay high and my eyes dry.
My already damaged heart beats, tired lungs breath.
I don't love him, but I don't leave him.



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