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A childhood thought so quaint and short; Is now your drive, no last resort. You want a life of finer things; The fame, the money, ..

Another black day; The price to pay, The life to lead; To bleed and bleed To be love’s cruel prey; Led astray Just a four lett..

Sometimes to know beauty, you have to know pain

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We're all so different. We have different thoughts, different beliefs, different lives. What is gold to me may be trash to you.

I compare myself to a product.

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