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i know we all get scars we all end up with broken hearts, don't think you're enough to take them down, well let me show you right now. and the prettiest girls they smile and the well-dressed boys they laugh. and those same girls filled with bullet holes they lay down and die, while those boys they hang themselves because they let you in and believed everything you told them. and they would thank you for teaching them how not to trust anyone.