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A look of love and disgust on the same face, a heart thats been broke but never replaced, a mind thats gone crazy but never insane, as I pretend Im not to blame. A love never lost but burried so deep that when i see her I have to repeat. There goes that girl whom holds the last piece, without having her I feel incomplete.
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