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Sep 2015
Your name use to be,
such a sweet melody.
Now it's brings to me,
nothing but pain and misery.
Dying when I met you,
it was hell that we went through.
Opposites attract and they been too.
I came alive when I left you.
Broke my heart doing what you had to do.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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