Saturday, December 12, 2009

Heart Ache Comments

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You're like a ciggar on my fleshy wrist
You constantly tear at my heart like it's play dough and you can put it back together;
Last time I checked I was a human and not shaped clay that you can play with and just throw away like it's nothing...
To think you could just leave me the way you did...
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Paola Elizabet Mateo
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Paola Elizabet Mateo

Paola Elizabet Mateo

Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
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