I was a daisy he chose from a field of roses. I was a broken doll he picked up from the dirt. I wonder why. He made me feel love, and then deprived me of it all over again. I'm just a lost daisy in a field of roses after all. (c) 2015 BeaOcampo1 -- d e d i c a t e d t o # 0 0 7 0 0 1 --
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