February 2012
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I’m like an abandoned house. My structure is weak and untrustworthy. My scars are like the cracks in the house. They start out small and unnoticeable, but soon they become the only thing you see. You’re like the renters looking to buy. You want your purchase to be safe… worth it. And you can’t decide if you want me or not. You look at me and see the secrets hiding in the...
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