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I used to fall for every boy I saw.
But there was one that I kept close.
You were the one.
You used to tell me that things would always get better.
I was always afraid of getting too deep and I was right.
I didn't know that I could find someone just as broken as I was.
I wish I would've known how this was going to turn on.
I wish I was smart enough to quit.
But feeling used is better than feeling nothing at all.
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