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My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
And once again I'm given the chance To live my weekend To that dance. We all know How last time went, My reputation Is a little bent. So easy to go  With DJ, I wish I had
Who hides behind this mask of mine,  The one given at birth so fine, The one who wishes to fit in, Yet identity sticks like a pin.    Through dance she moves effortlessly,
My True Self   My true self is a lion A gorgeous one you see When she stands up fierce as well as tall
A white porcelain doll,  Is never hidden in fear, She is never covered in regret, But she has something I love, The power: To forget...   No mind to consume her time, No passion to lust for,
What exists beneath my curtain What exists beneath the wall, the shield, the barricade What extists beneath this bright smile Beneath this laugh that lights up the world What exists beneath my  protection
  Look at those girls in the magazine!
A Day in The Life By: Gabrielle W. A day in the life of who you are;
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