Shay Mitchell (Idaho)
It hurts to look in the mirror,
after him telling me i'm beautiful.
It hurts to do my hair,
after he ran his hands through it.
It hurts to hear the word 'love'
after he told me he loved me.
It hurts to even think about him,
after i saw him kiss her.
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