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I am drawing make-up
words,
To you, broken soul.
I gave up on you.
I sold you short.
I lived for people,
While I should have been
D..
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She got a deep
gaze,
Exploring present
and past
At once.
The cute baby
girl,
And the grown womanShe became.
Carrying diverse
feelin..
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