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May 2012
I remember the fighting we had done,
The shouting that shot me like a gun.
That bullet of pain shred though my wall of defence,
Yes, you were the one charged for that offence.
Now I think about the memories we had,
And now I think fighting isn't so bad..
You weren't even real to begin with,
Now to me, you're just a fading myth..
Written by
Nikki Pr
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