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I lived a love story, that wasn't a love story, but was a love story. And it cannot be unwritten, although it's only half written, and that's what I don't like.
Judge me.
Love me.
I really don't care.
This is my story,
bias or fair.
I'll tell you how it is,
Came from the dark side
It wasn’t what I expected
My family came from the broke side
My dreams were already predicted
You drive me to the edge again and again
But I hang on to the ledge
With my pen
The rocks at the bottom are razors
I'm slipping
Words are my savior
Feelings and memories triggered