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My Life |
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My Life |
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I sit hear
crying, with tears flowing down. Not one person looks at me, not one in the town. Oh why can't I be that person? Or that person there. It's just the way life is, as I heard God say. Yes he does speak to me, I am pretty special. So why can't I be wanted, why can't you take care of me? Is it just God calling me? Or is He telling me the truth. I don't think life goes that way, because it breaks something inside you. I don't have any family, so why don't you care? God is calling me, I'm sorry it's too late. Now that you come for me, I know I will live in a better place. |
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