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May 2018
I'll take the salt from my tears
I'll pour them across your wounds
I know I didn't deserve this
So if I hurt, then you're hurting, too

I've given the wrong impression
So, I'm weak because I cried?Β Β 
I can break you in merely a second
And lack any remorse in my eyes

Did you think my whole life was over?
I'm so broken that I can't move on?
You're only a passing by hindrance
You're just one of the choices made wrong

So don't get me wrong, little player
You can't break me or make me crack
Take it from someone who's lived it
And had millions of knives in their back
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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