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I choose to love you I choose to hold on to our memories I choose to hurt I choose to be broken Not because I am a sadist
“Have I got, a crush on you”, said he The message passed, a swift From her pair of ears to her brain Her heart was beating up in at the highest Her mind was remembering it on and on
I have realized "A Brave and Startling Truth" I am a "Phenominal Woman" I only know this because you decided to write it down you put the paper to the pen but now you are gone who else can tell me 
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