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Skies are crying, I am watching. Catching tear drops in my hand, only silence as it's ending like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left op me? You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am. Like I'm made of glass. Like I'm made of paper. Go on, and try to tear me down.
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© NIALLSWIFEx & ohmyCURLY
May 2012.
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