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Why has he become such a desperate little child, It is due to the fact that he has grown wicked and wild, All this time cut off from the world has deemed him unholy, This child is becoming such a pesky little bully, With heart heavy and eyes ready to relieve their tears, "Is this the end, why am I here" he vacantly fears, Oh dear child with your upper lip cut, Just keep on fighting and trusting your gut.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
Child
Why has he become such a desperate little child, It is due to the fact that he has grown wicked and wild, All this time cut off from the world has deemed him unholy, This child is becoming such a pesky little bully, With heart heavy and eyes ready to relieve their tears, "Is this the end, why am I here" he vacantly fears, Oh dear child with your upper lip cut, Just keep on fighting and trusting your gut.
Written by Tristan
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
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