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Every Child has a wish.A tiny and small fragile wish.A wish that soon turns to a lie.In which the lie soon turns to a 'deed'Making it into a Secret.   Sssshh...  
I couldn't help it, I couldn't.The colors wouldnt workYou couldn't get along with the others.You thrashed without movingI could not keep you.
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