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Classic fairytales are like garbage They reek of rotten apples Pungently infiltrating the nostrils
Someone once told me That life is like a piano, Well, Also like a box of chocolates, But that's not important, What is important,
Sitting in a class day to day No difference, same thing ... papers all seem the same Waiting for a chance to shine...but the professor doesn't know me Hidden behind numbers...some one please recognize me
How silly of me to have expectations. Did I forget you were human just like I? The simple fact that we are human proves that I should have no expectations for you.