Youth ;

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My youth was stolen
Was I a token
Was I to share
I can't believed I was in the chair
Being interrogated by my friends I used to call
Remembering how we used to play basketball
I missed the way we laughed
Until we drowned ourselves in the pain of our past
Masking away my own heart so I can't feel
Is this life I used to call even real
Until I realize my past comes at a cost
That made my youth stolen and lost

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