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Your favorite color is blueAnd all small things matter to you From the beauty withinThat rank a high ten To the smile outsideThat you should never hide
Here I sit bloody and broken I had wandered out long ago only to return after a short time but lost as I still stand today  If only someone could help tired of being ever so lonely
He constantly corrects me. He knows how to corrupt me. He never lets me sleep. While he's up all night talking to me.
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