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Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though Singing songs of how I miss you A boat load
ANGEL IN MY FIELD( sleeping beauty)She lets
My hypocritical being Gets battered by the hardships of life. On a downward spiral, Slowly ruining myself. Karma's a bitch, And depression hurts. The only thing that I thought would help
Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand The meaning so lost to new eyes I want it Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
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