twistedlove

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It was the day when you were born I decided to quit and I had sworn I am not looking back at those good old days I know I will be hurt in some different ways  
Behind my bedroom door, I hear screaming and fighting; Someone always ends up crying. They try and hide it, But from were I sit, It gets louder, and louder; Overwhelming my ears.
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