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Created on: March 17, 2009
Bittersweet,
this pain you gave to me.
I can't hate, I can't love,
only wait to see
If time can heal
or make it worse.
It's so stupid,
it's like a curse.
It's that hated kiss
and the tear-soaked shirt
and because of it, I know I could love,
but now I know I could also hurt.
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