To boys we are like p i n a t a s.
We look cool, and pretty, and filled with lots of good stuff.
but then....
They beat the crap outta us,
untill they get what they want.
Once they get what they want and there is no more,
they break us into tiny little pieces
and throw us away,
and forget about us.
B U T
They is always that slight chance....
That there will be that
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person, that will grab the glue and all the little pieces
and [fix] you back up.
It could be a *best friend*, a *guy*,
a *family member*, your *crush*.
But whoever it is....
You better 
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they do a good job.
Or you could b r e a k...
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all minee...no jocking please! colors are a little bad....sry bout that
venting a little :/