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May 2014
You see these lines on my face right?

It's probably cause I only sleep three to four hours a night

Wish I had the gift to see, wish I had the gift of sight

Instead I've been given this gift to write

So each day my day starts at midnight

Wish I had the sense to leave when it's time for flight

Instead I've been givin' the choice to fight, I've been givin' the choice of life
Written by
     Autumn, ---, Petal pie and ilina286
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