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Apr 19
He built me a house with a bridge by a lake
and tore down the walls that kept me afraid...
windows and doors that let me see the sun,
as before he came along, I'd never felt such warmth...
with a flash of dust, he saw a hammer in my hand,
knocking everything down and as fast as I can...
Don't you see I'm destructive, I live for the pain....
Don't try to fix me, because I'll only break myself again...
Written by
Siyana
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       Flynn, BR Dragos and Neli
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