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It's been a year. A friend has gone And left the house. We try and try and try To earn the friend back, But they cut their own ears off.   It's been a year and a half,
I am 14 and I am sinking to the bathroom floor for the third time this week. I read all the instructions, Filled out all the forms, But still I have fallen behind. I never speak up in class,
Two things; Listen, listen, listen...let me pour out my heart to you, it's just a matter of how Don't judge how I feel, you can't really know I'll tell you my story, my weakness I'll show
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