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Although I'm young My heart is sore So many have walked In and out it's door I've questioned myself More than anyone else Am I good enough? I couldn't tell No I'm not some beauty queen More like a little in between I see the beauty of the rain Gained knowledge Through my pain I move ahead And never look back Got my mom To thank for that My eye's have told stories Filled with heartache and worries Yea, I got baggage But cmon everyone's Life comes in a sealed and wrapped Package I live my life For me Myself And I Not for you Or some really cute guy :) Moral of the story Is there is none You make the decision Like the shooter with a gun Live and never regret Live and never forget Live and laugh Live and love Live and thank the man above Live for you And who you are Live your life And always go far
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