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broken promises
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Ongoing, First published Mar 07, 2015
"why, why would you do this to me Luke, you promised...you promised me Luke" I said with tears that I failed to keep hidden feel from my eyes

"lyric, I'm sorry, it just happens I can't control it" Luke says grabbing my hand. I instantly pull back

"Luke, you said that the last 15 times you did it. I can't take it anymore" I sniffle walking away

"no, lyric, I need you, you are the lyric's to my Melodie" Luke cryies
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lyric brown has a rough time with getting her boyfriend Luke to stop his addiction, his addiction you ask? mood swings, not like normal ones but, huge, mood swings. can lyric get Luke to handle his addiction, will love get them through this, or will it all be a waste of time? read to find out in broken promises.
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