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Mar 2016
The minute goes by while I wait
looking for something to do
this isn't new
I thought I could change looking at my life rearrange
but when every minute goes by
I feel like I must cry
They look at me saying I am ugly practically
they try to make me better put make up on to
every single thing I do doesn't work
every minute will stay the same
I don't expect it to rearrange
I take it I take it, it goes right though
But I don't expect anything from you
This is true
rica  abul
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rica abul
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