Take a piece paper now crumble and tear it up
Now un-crumble and try to put it back together
Then say sorry
Now the paper has creases and missing pieces
It will never go back to the way it was
That paper represents me
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Story by judy712
I'm not the same anymore
My names Dellilah Silvermoon
my parents died when i was 10. Everybody ,including my own brother Blake Silver...
