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Mar 19
How many times will I be stung by the same bee, pricked by the same thorn. How many times will I ride the high to only crash and burn, how many times will I cry and vow to be better, be stronger, independent. How many times before I leave you?
Written by
Maddy
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   Sailor Sable
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