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Is it possible to hate your own birthday
Because you know that on that day
You'll be older than she ever was
I'm really not looking forward to it
I saw you cry
I heard you weep
I smelled the rain
I touched the mud
I tasted the salt
Boy
There's a boy that I like
He's honest and true
I only wish he could like me back
Give me a minute to process
the thought of you leaving
The melody, rhythm, the words
I could be lost in a song forever
They are hard to find...So when you do find them don't let go....
I'll love you until you give me a good reason not to.
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