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Jun 2013
You don't know me
Past my curly hair and tan skin
Because you don't know the pain that I'm in

In this big game of called life
I can never win
People tell me why do you complain
But they don't know about my pain

I always get to choose
How my life turns out
But no matter how I try
I always loose

My world is filled with nothing but distress
But when I die I can finally rest
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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