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Sep 2015
Didn’t your mother tell you
Not to play with fire?
But you still insist on burning me
You cold hearted liar.

Hurt me all you want
You’ll never get through me
You’ll never break my walls
The walls that help me be

Stronger than I think
And better than your ways
You think you’re gonna win
But I am not your little prey
Alexis
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Alexis  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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   Marrisa, Autumn Rose and PG
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