My Life
It was Bright and Sunny
Until I Hit The Age
That Was The Sweetest
Of The sweeteset
The Clouds Came Dark
The Children Stop Singing
Everything Change
When The Age 16 Hit
Things where more
Controling
It was Different but It will
get Harder and Harder
Until The End.
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