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In the 5th grade I fell out of a tree This tree was higher than my hopes crushed by society Higher than my heart's flutter at my first kiss I fell down and I fell down
Cherie tu me fais du mal  plus que jamais mon couer est brise comme une porte suspendue    
Not inspired to do not inspired to createdue toa lack of ability to feel, must embrace the momentto later mold it.   
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