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Death Of The Silence

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It would be a cold day in hell before a man admits to whats he's done, blame the girl instead of self reflecting how very traditional of you, you'd rather drown in that bottle instead. 
Be careful with your love, men who don't have it inside themselves will hurt you until they end you for your love. Your life is worth more then taking care of a abusive hateful man child, there is so much to see and do and learn about yourself. The butterfly effect is very real and beautiful and you are apart of that, don't you EVER forget it.All Rights Reserved

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