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Sep 2014
A wall was built to shut out her hurt, to shut out his lies.
No more nights that the young girl cries.
Some knock, she'll glance from a distance.
No trust, she backs away at an instance.
He cut her heart in the deepest of ways, a scar so dark it will always remain.
breanna miller
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breanna miller  Modesto
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