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My life is like a box of chocolates Being eaten up by different events, different illnesses, different... people While their wrappers keep them nice and tidy and clean My wrapper is gone, long torn away by hungry heathens The only flavor left in the box is the flavor no one wanted The flavor no one likes
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Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
We Boxes of Chocolate
My life is like a box of chocolates Being eaten up by different events, different illnesses, different... people While their wrappers keep them nice and tidy and clean My wrapper is gone, long torn away by hungry heathens The only flavor left in the box is the flavor no one wanted The flavor no one likes
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Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
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