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Go ahead Do it Be mad at me for caring But your anger is usless I can't stop C a r i n g For you I mean how could I What kind of sister would I be What kind of a person I'm sorry I don't want you to end up b r o k e n Like me, like this mess of a girl I'm sorry you don't know or can even begin to understand what goes on behind closed doors Closed memories Closed people I'm sorry that you don't know or can even begin to understand how It feels for me or for anyone else outside of yourself But most of all I'm sorry I couldn't have cared just a little more to protect you from what you are becoming.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
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Go ahead Do it Be mad at me for caring But your anger is usless I can't stop C a r i n g For you I mean how could I What kind of sister would I be What kind of a person I'm sorry I don't want you to end up b r o k e n Like me, like this mess of a girl I'm sorry you don't know or can even begin to understand what goes on behind closed doors Closed memories Closed people I'm sorry that you don't know or can even begin to understand how It feels for me or for anyone else outside of yourself But most of all I'm sorry I couldn't have cared just a little more to protect you from what you are becoming.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
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