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I could be so cold, in a fit like my father, i could leave great loves to die. But I read what I had written aloud and what i had to say made no sense to anyone.
i could respond to your words but i dont even know you. i could be just like my mother, writing empty words that i'll forget . But what i know i am and will always be is some crazy kind of fire.
