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Feb 2017
I set the world on fire, just to watch you put it out.  
You touched my cheek, and said I was so good and worth everything and more in the world.
I burned my bridges, and you crossed them before I burned them all.
You wiped my tears and said you loved me.
But who would love this broken and healing girl?
You didn't care how many demons hid in my closet; you wanted me anyways.
Every wall I put up, you knocked it down without a second thought.
Love. I'm calling this love. My love. I'm calling this love.
My love. I'll call you my love.
My love. My...love.
Samantha Francesca
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