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Jan 2013
Look what you've done.
How could you do it?
You let her imagination slip into emotion
She's broken, you can't even tell.
She was there for you, you left
Why would you break such a pretty youthful heart?
Tell me she was wrong to believe something innocent
She's sixteen now.
She wants to make her own decisions, She can't
Help her, just man up.
Cheyanne Lynn
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Cheyanne Lynn
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