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Behind doors she shouts and screamsOutside she is a beauty queenWith a fake smile, she must chideAs if we have something to hideShe covers up his scar..
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When the sands of time seem to stopAnd there you are, perfectly stillAll I can feel is my heart dropThe worried whispers send me a cold chillIs what I..
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This story is written about when my dear friends, The Romando's, died. Rest in peace.
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Sick of trying Tired of crying Yes, I appear to be smiling However I'm dying Some say journey, I say race My heart has cracked To breathe, I h..
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