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I would have never thought That I would ever be loved No matter how hard I fought. How many times Must I cry out With these pathetic rhymes? I know I'm not the best That I'm different and odd But I don't want to be like the rest. Through the darkest hours I was considered dead My coffin lined with flowers. The flowers were there Because of those who loved me Even though it's not fair.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
No More Dying
I would have never thought That I would ever be loved No matter how hard I fought. How many times Must I cry out With these pathetic rhymes? I know I'm not the best That I'm different and odd But I don't want to be like the rest. Through the darkest hours I was considered dead My coffin lined with flowers. The flowers were there Because of those who loved me Even though it's not fair.
ⓒ Moco's Mind
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
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