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I was born with my heart on my sleeve;
I would pray and wish and always dream.
But one day, I gave that boy my heart;
He tore and smashed and killed it all.
He was the one that showed me
there is nothing in life, but pain and torture.
But when you’re as young as I am,
you always believe.
He showed me that life is not
what others make it seem;
he taught me not to dream, or wish, or pray.
But then one day, an angel came, took my hand
and showed me all things that he had taken away.
Now, that angel walks with me
and guides me down the right path.
I smile without a fear and have forgotten the past.
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