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by becca
Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #2193452
A past lover
Your bright red hair and hazel eyes.
Everything about them I despise.
How many ways can you break my heart?
My body is dead, heart falling apart.
But every time that our eyes meet,
And my heart begins to beat and beat,
I remember the fact that you never loved me.
The fact that I was too blind to see,
All of the signs,
You were never mine
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