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Dark heart
They watch as her young heart fades into the darkness
her wild youth disappears in front of there eyes
moments of fear and hate runs through her like a dark black fog
will she ever be the same? Will her heart ever heal?
Take me back to the hot summer days when all I had was my innocence
gone. Just like that. Forever.
JC
Saturday 9th March 2019 10:06 pm
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