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Jun 2017
You start fires just to see,
How badly they will burn me.
You start fights just to see,
The color that I will bleed.
The day you left me crying on the floor
Was the day I couldn't take it anymore
I decidedΒ Β was done
And finally, my life had begun
Rhea
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Rhea  23/F/California
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