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my 4 years

by @freakshow

Love and happiness in the air, what blew in the wind was my hair. When you looked into my eye, you wouldn't think this was what was I. I was opened up, I didn't know enough. I was someone who I loved, I felt even more tough. It was four years, after that there were so many more tears. I thought I was unbreakable, but life hit and made the pain unbearable. Before this, I had no scars. In the future, no doubt will home be at bars. Because now, my heart aches, as I know there'll be nothing left to take.
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