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Once was a time when you and I made a promise till the day we die, I trusted each and every word. Never thinking that I'd get burned. Silly me, I believed in you're fairy tales. I thought that I knew you so very well but you walked on my pride all the tears that I cried and it feels like a knife. The things you said I can never forget and the things you did my heart went through bad.

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