You hurt me


Love of my life hurt me, the heart broke me, and you abandoned me. Doesn't love of my life prune it to see? You took yourself my heart and now I want it of turn, not returned of returning as the lock that always returns hey, but of returning, to return something that is mine. You don't know what this means for my, God willing some day you realize, but good when you age I hope not to be there to tell you I even follow you loving.

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