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When i wake up in the morning
the first thing i see is my room
i look around and look at everything
determination, detrimation, depression
my mind starts clear until the memories start rolling back
pain, suffering, confusion
he stole my innocence, my pride and joy
he took it with him as he left
i look around my room and everything reminds me of him
he took everything, and walked away
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