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She Found Out

They say destruction is creation, Which she's proven to be true. It takes a brutal pain, To uncover something new. Sweaty hands don't grip well, Which she recently found out. Before you can let anything in, You need to let everything out. Changing your life is a challenge, Which she was forced to learn. If you put your hand too close to fire, You'll be enthralled, but it'll burn. Its hard to love, love, Which she finally discovered. Because when love decides to leave, There's nothing worse than the recover.
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emily-anne
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Written by
emily-anne
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Jun 7, 2011
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