When I was twelve I fell out of my tree-house and broke my arm. I cried until the doctors gave me medicine and it was soon healed.
When I was seventeen I was dumped for the first time. I cried until my friends showed up with movies and ice cream and the color of his eyes was soon forgotten.
When I was twenty you broke my heart. And there's no amount of medicine in the world to mend one thousand pieces of broken soul.
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