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Every time you leave me, You take a piece of my heart, But for all the pain, I'd gladly hand you a chisel and show you where to start.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
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Every time you leave me, You take a piece of my heart, But for all the pain, I'd gladly hand you a chisel and show you where to start.
SamGWrites
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
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