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Sing in me Muse, And through me tell the story  Of a girl, who slowly changed who she was And ended up being betrayed by her best  friend. This is her story... Day by day, I thought of
Long, curly, black hair-- better than mine.  Dark brown eyes, but-- we look alike.    Book after book-- time flies by. We don't read the same, but-- we think alike.
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of. 
This is why we fight all of the time: You and I, we're the same Stubborn, foolish, a little selfish But most importantly, we both need to be right. All. Of. The. Time.
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