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everyone was in love with when you didn't even love yourself cause you are now eighteen and drink a little less than you did before everything what once happened in your life still ***** you up every day but you found other ways too deal with it, you found the peace within cause you are now eighteen and still sleep with stuffed animals in bed and sometimes the scars on your arms take you back into the past.. you can see yourself laying on the ground again, bruised and broken.. growing older was like looking in the mirror but than looking deeper your hair went from blonde to black, your freckles were fading.. but you still looked beautiful, she always looked wonderful, dramatic she always was the laugh of the party, she was crazy, she was fearless and all that you could see of her was only the half of what she really was when it was cold outside no angel was going to spread his wings in darkness it was just you and me and no one who would save us I missed the little talks we always had on our way home, back to you everyone was in love with her and she was the only one who didn't see it.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
cold outside.
everyone was in love with when you didn't even love yourself cause you are now eighteen and drink a little less than you did before everything what once happened in your life still ***** you up every day but you found other ways too deal with it, you found the peace within cause you are now eighteen and still sleep with stuffed animals in bed and sometimes the scars on your arms take you back into the past.. you can see yourself laying on the ground again, bruised and broken.. growing older was like looking in the mirror but than looking deeper your hair went from blonde to black, your freckles were fading.. but you still looked beautiful, she always looked wonderful, dramatic she always was the laugh of the party, she was crazy, she was fearless and all that you could see of her was only the half of what she really was when it was cold outside no angel was going to spread his wings in darkness it was just you and me and no one who would save us I missed the little talks we always had on our way home, back to you everyone was in love with her and she was the only one who didn't see it.
BelleVictoria
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
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