the truth about me is in my poems
the halls are filled with people laughing
smiling
knowing the pain rises through me
walking slow i grabed my shirt
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Life is a secret that no buddy can tell
music is a wonderland of serious thought
many things of secret memories is never forgotten
when the trust of the open mind is away of thought
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love is a part of life
magical feeling thats apart of your heart
it comes and goes just like a bird that
becomes an adult who is ready to leave home
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the memories
the secrets
all the time we spent together
gone like dirt washed away
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