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Jan 2019
I walk through Hell with my head held high                    
Through the fiery flames, my future lies                        
What lies ahead I can’t be sure    
But I’ll do anything to find the cure
To what they call a broken heart
Although I don’t know where to start.
Written by
Skyler
74
   Fawn
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