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Created on: March 29, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
Bitter
Young and beautiful I use to be
So often living life from dream to dream
Yet tragedy had a scheme
To break my happiness from me
Forced to grow up so young
No longer recognizing what is fun
I once knew what it was to love
But now that just seems for the doves
Surrounded by a great force of hate
Dragged me down along with my faith
One glance into these sullen eyes
And you will see how misery prefers it's tea
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