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adorewords
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My first love was not nice and neither was our relationship.

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He was nice and quiet

but sometimes, he was mean.

He made holes often

like he rolled joints.

He left me in the dark

like he left me on read.

He declined half the distance

like he declined my calls.

He labelled me psycho

but his eyes facing me were fearless.

Did he love me?

He was nice.

He made shards,

he broke pieces,

We sat in silence,

The smoke filled in safely.

But sometimes, he was mean.

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