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A flower for poor |
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Rose, took the hope away. |
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A life full of lies. |
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Bad joke. |
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Thanks, Mom. |
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The bow breaks and the cradle falls. |
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The ugly seed has been sowed. |
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And as you know, it's gravity that fucks us all, as pieces fall on top of us. |
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You've looked it up and looked it and just can't deny what you think. |
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Research it all you want. |
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Exam and deduce it whatever way it can. |
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It sucks living life on the wrong side of the ugly stick. |
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On impact the lungs collapsed. |
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Cut two holes so |
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I can breathe. |
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The ugly face voice took all hope away. |
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A life based on lies. |
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Bad joke. |
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Thanks, Mom. |
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With a mug like this, you're damn right |
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I'm bitter. |
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The worst joke they could have told is indicating that there might have been a sense of hope. |
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That looks aren't everything; that beauty is only skin deep; that the world is not so critical and superficial; and that people can be whatever they want to be, because based on your appearance at birth, you may have just lost that freedom. |
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There was a time that |
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I could live without a sense of pride and a sense of hope; a sense of face and dignity; and attempt to survive on meals full of lies. |
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That time is not now. |
