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Jan 2015
You ripped my heart out, tore it to peices, burnt it beyond recognition, stomped it into the ground, and left it to die but wait.... Do you hear that, could it be? Its still beating, faint but beating. I pick up the peices that can be saved and some how, some way it starts to heal and the beating gets stronger. My heart may have been damaged by you but I put it back together and that has made me stronger then I ever thought I could be, so I guess I owe you a thank you but if down road you see what you have lost and come up to me to say "hi how are you doing?" don't be surprised if I say "*******" and strut my happy *** away!
Jenna Cozart
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