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I am sorry for the way I can’t look at you when I say That I am sorry, And I can’t give you anything back. You built me up like Your childhood diorama. All cardboard, glitter And clay figurines. When you saw just how quickly I could tear it all down, When you realized Just how crazy I could be - I’m sorry.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
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I am sorry for the way I can’t look at you when I say That I am sorry, And I can’t give you anything back. You built me up like Your childhood diorama. All cardboard, glitter And clay figurines. When you saw just how quickly I could tear it all down, When you realized Just how crazy I could be - I’m sorry.
melina-padron
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
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