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Jan 1
When I am Savage:
Things break, gifts from you
Memories fade, the happy moments with you
Seclude myself, reality's forgotten rope made by you
Emotions rise, anger locked away broke its chain for you
Red lights, I grow crimson when I see you

What I Salvage:
My heart, filled with what is dear
The smiles, exchanged in happiness
The days, relaxing on Cloud 9
The jokes, roaring like a fool
The time, given to me by you
Written by
TearDrop Girl
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