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My face is accepted but my heart is rejected.
Frightened by the whispers in the wind, my soul cries out for my happiness to begin.
I swallow my pride and join the ride, to the place where i call home, the place where i learn my song.
The window turns and closes, my thorns turn to roses and when i listen for my heart, it beats til it breaks apart.
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