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mature?

My best friend Always laughed When I smiled And said I'd never mature My best friend died Before she could drive Never getting to grow up Never getting to mature You say I'm immature But I make people happy I make complete strangers laugh I make friends smile when they want to cry Your so mature You judged me before you even knew me But according to you that's maturity So you can be mature But I'm going to be me
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Mar 26, 2013
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