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The universe sparkles and twinkles and sprinkles its life Onto people with bad memories and people who are only trying to survive When I was 10 i've always lived under the upperhand Now 6 years later he acts as if he's Mother Theresa and i'm the ******* basket case who isn't willing to understand He bears with him respect as he leaves a father that his respect had no room for And leaves a sister that was suffering from a heart so sore And she loves to sit and she loves to ponder About what she's alive for and she wonders Perhaps maybe the universe forgot about her
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
kiss your fists before punching me in the face
The universe sparkles and twinkles and sprinkles its life Onto people with bad memories and people who are only trying to survive When I was 10 i've always lived under the upperhand Now 6 years later he acts as if he's Mother Theresa and i'm the ******* basket case who isn't willing to understand He bears with him respect as he leaves a father that his respect had no room for And leaves a sister that was suffering from a heart so sore And she loves to sit and she loves to ponder About what she's alive for and she wonders Perhaps maybe the universe forgot about her
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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