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One year ago, It was a brand new year. New memories to be made, Two thousand sixteen.   There I was, Watching the sun set,
I am just one of those typical girls  Who wants this-and-that all the time. I could be my treasure for a moment, Then turn it into trash the next second. Remembering what I had gone through in my past,
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