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We fight wars every day together,

shared sorrow,

sympathy on the kitchen floor.

I was a disaster,

but you still found me charming,

called me your darling,

and I glowed under the light of your love.

Rising from the rawness of death,

finding a fresh start,

destructing until I was reconstructed as somebody new,

and I told you that I didn’t want to be pretty,

I just wanted to be your girl.

I didn’t want to live forever,

I just wanted to live inside your world.

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