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Feb 2012
Hearts...
Love...
Happiness...
All now a figure of my imagination..
Because you broke me into 2 pieces....
Now i listen to glass hearts shattering...
alone...
Stop..
Torturing me...
with a beautiful thing..
Olivia
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