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Apr 2015
That's what we were..a almost
You told me not to be afraid of the fall
And i wasn't
Silly me for thinking you were going to catch me
Do you remember what you told me that night
"We just have to win this fight"
But you left me to fight on my own
I was broken and all alone

Did you not see me standing there?
While you moan as she pulled on your hair
I cried on my mothers lap
Screaming, Crying
Wondering why
Why we couldn't be more then a almost
SCR
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SCR  Neverland
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