I will survive my life

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At sixteen, He was your wet dream Scream, I mean, On one day this, and on one day that But I know this fact There’s no going back.   So love him, no you hate him Show you what?
  Everything is shattered, broken, utterly and completely destroyed So dramatically so, windows broken in to a million pieces, paint strewn across the floor Yellow wall paper gone gray as if out of fear
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