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Where is my planner?  Oh surprise, more homework*sad face *
I am a girl
If the worls is a stage, And we ar the plaers, Then we hide ourselves, Costumed with our parts. To the world, our viewers, We are characters, Destned to play our parts. Behind stage, we live,
I hope to live to see my riches not a loved one from the past what does it feel like to be appreciated right here and right now Workin for the money Showing home empty handed What am I supposed to do
We sit in the stillness  like drapery over a closed window time drags and there is only humble silence clouds of anxiety and forewarning over our heads fate forming a fork in our complicated road
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