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Aug 2011
Shredded to pieces, torn apart
This world is angry and so am I
What if I wasn't here, would I be in good shape?
I need to stop thinking what might be my fate.
I can't tell the future, neither can you
But sometimes I wonder when I'm older
Will I be thinking how much I grew?
Beth-any
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