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She was lost in the midst of her mind
She didn’t know what to say or what do
She decided she would rather lose
Than deal with the roars of her cry
She was running out of time
She doesn’t want to face the truth
She would rather give up her youth
And give her last goodbye.
~ C.M.F.G
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