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Fixed By A Broken Boy

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impaledbycats13

Published: Sep 10, 2011

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Don't worry,they may have shattered your heart
Made you bitter from the start
But when you smile,
It's more than worthwhile

You make me laugh when I want to scream
I'm saving you,it would seem
But we both know it's you who's saving me

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the wonderfully awkward moment when a messed up,broken boy is the only one who can make you feel better

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Sep 11, 2011

The tables turned in a soft way, and a good philosophy.

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