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Strange
It is strange to be so at the mercy of a love i cannot have. One unrequited as mine should not pain me, weigh so heavily in mind. Such love is a burden to my soul as a bullet is to my chest but even still my arms remain open for someone already held by someone else, my body waiting to be held by arms already embracing another
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