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When you were broken into one million pieces, I had to pick up the million and first piece, to make sure I had you back.
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
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When you were broken into one million pieces, I had to pick up the million and first piece, to make sure I had you back.
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
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