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I lived a love story, that wasn't a love story, but was a love story. And it cannot be unwritten, although it's only half written, and that's what I don't like.
Judge me. Love me. I really don't care. This is my story, bias or fair. I'll tell you how it is,
Came from the dark side It wasn’t what I expected My family came from the broke side My dreams were already predicted
You drive me to the edge again and again  But I hang on to the ledge With my pen The rocks at the bottom are razors I'm slipping Words are my savior   Feelings and memories triggered
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