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Love is NOT a fairy tale It is  nightmare One minute he tells you he would never make you do anything you didn't want to
I can't hear them, do they sleep? No they lie awake way down deep. Beneath a state big and wide. In another one they reside. All I see is silence in the midst. As I write a poem turning my wrist.
i hope you understand that i love you we've been together 4 forever year by year we grow closer why dont you see it falling 4 u and u only
 In your room of stairs, Look who's talking, Full of slander no one care's  Back drop of dispair media whispering say you prayer's No one care's for the opinoin of such mindless minoins,
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