slambehindthecurtainscholorship

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On the outside: A clean cut woman,A friend you can
Theres a point in my life when i had to change 
Did I turn out how you wanted? 
Trusting does not come easily to me. I build walls that are twenty feet high. But if you stick it out through all of my tests,
i've listened to it more times than i can count, but who's to say that i'm wrong. what you can see is the fading memory of me in a song. why can't i be true, why do you have to love  please i'm begging you run away
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