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  This might be hard to understand Hard to comprehend Hard to accept that I’m not broken That the torture did nothing to sway me   I am not your love poem I am not your forgotten book
People try to seek that one a kind that moment you can turn a try into that hardest fine that grade a level got me on my shine my artistry is rare and im steady on my shine
I am lost in this lonely world With my troubled past And I can't escape from these memories That will forever last
They stand up to applaud You’ve done it Standing ovation You got the solo; the duet The piece; You brought it to life.   The cheering You know it’s for you,
Teacher, I am a writer, I am a singer, and that's all I care about.   I care not  about history, or science,  or French.   I care only for English, and chorus,  
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