I will survive my life
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At sixteen,
He was your wet dream
Scream, I mean,
On one day this, and on one day that
But I know this fact
There’s no going back.
So love him, no you hate him
Show you what?
Everything is shattered, broken, utterly and completely destroyed
So dramatically so, windows broken in to a million pieces, paint strewn across the floor
Yellow wall paper gone gray as if out of fear
