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The fighting was inevitable, as it had always been. We found a weak spot, bit on, and tore. We broke each other down. They say that only time can heal, But not even time can erase.
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Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 1:47 AM UTC
Chase me in a circle.
The fighting was inevitable, as it had always been. We found a weak spot, bit on, and tore. We broke each other down. They say that only time can heal, But not even time can erase.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2012
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Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 1:47 AM UTC
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