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Mar 2010
I used to be an innocent laughing child
Now I laugh at laughing children.
What happened to me?

I used to be a bird flying high
Now I am the hunter who shoots them down.
What happened to me?

I used to be a sleeping baby, with not a care in the world
Now I am a juvenile with a dark look at life.
What happened to me?

I used to be so happy, nothing could bring me down
Now I feel depressed, life isn't fair.
I might as well die.
What happened to me?
Eve Pruecil
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   Claudia Ramirez
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