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If I were to have just one wish, I'd wish for just one careful kiss Upon my lips-chapped though they be, Oh, Sorrow! That you can't love me.
You’re a girl in a world where your voice gets cut before people get to listen. Mother and Father tell you to hush, child, Let the adults do the talking.
What energizes one in early morning? The favorite song drifting through the air The symbol that the day is not for mourning, But the beginning of the new, awakened by the music blare