Eighteen

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As she heard the screams among her head,
She wasn't that ahead.

She was told not to leave,
But she didn't believe.

It was all a misunderstanding,
But they were all so demanding.

When it's dark at the dance,
I will give you a small glance.

Among my ugly brown eyes,
My tears will always be in disguise.

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