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The hurt, the pain
The glory, the fame Nothing comapres to This kind of shame The torment, the lies The misery, the cries No matter what there Will always be cloudy skies I cry, I laugh I scream, I dream Of a place that is Just bliss to me! What did you thinkComments
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by CRi2-B3HiND-4-SMiL3On Apr 2 1:18 PMLast login November 8
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but i think this is good baby.
