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Apr 2014
When sorry means nothing love is not true.
For if you loved, you would not let me be broken by you.
How many pieces will you rip my heart to,
As you carelessly shred every ounce of my love for you?
You say you're sorry and you will change.
But it's like a never ending game.
I can't hold on for dear life
As you stab me with your knife.
Each fight is draining more of me away
Until I know there will be nothing left of me to stay.
Why do you do what you do?
It's only selfishness to you.
But you can never say I did not try
Because I loved you even with your lie.
Just stop already
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
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   m, --- and Margaret
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