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When beauty is not in the eyes of the beholder Define that I say sooner rather than later The people you start with wont be there for your beginning If you weren't here for my struggles I won't include you throughout my success Who are you to be my minds bottled mess I held it in Don't you see I don't like these test got one at school, in life, now from people I called friends The only friend you have is the feet that hold you and the hands that drive you onto the next No one cares about your past and what caused the act to rect.
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