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Oct 2014
You changed me (not jaded)
You gave me (your world)
You don't question (what is ours)
But I have to, my sweet.
I have scars, upon scars.
I am more than the compilation of hurt I've endured. I just hope you understand.
Pdub
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   Seher Seven and Mayas
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