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May 2015
I was once a rebel
I did some things I wasn't expected to do
I am a hard headed kid
Don't know how to listen
Don't care if someone will get hurt
Or if someone will be harmed
Then one day I saw my mom cry
And all of a sudden everything's change
I tried hard to be good enough
For my works to be sufficient
For her to be proud of me
For her to be happy
Though it takes so much wounds on me
I took all the risk
Somehow people can change. I thought so
Cause once a Black Sheep
Will always be a **Black Sheep
georje naïf
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georje naïf  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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