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Torn


Moving on is therapeutic it helps you understand

That everything you thought you had was just a castle made of sand.

I love how everything unfolds, no really im quit thrilled

Now I know I have to get passed this, I'd hate to live life unfulfilled

And right now I'm hurting in excruciating pain,

But how can I expect to grow without a little rain?

So here's my farewell to you, I swear after this im through

There's a lesson that has been learned, you can't play with fire and not epect to get burned

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