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Will time heal all of the hurt?
Can it erase all of the bad memories?
I always got bruises,
I always stumble onto the dirt.

Those simple problems,
You think those mean a lot.
But there are more to come, these plots,
More problems to treasure as gems.

Don't you forget, you're a diamond,
Your twinkles stand beneath the storms.
Also your strength lies over your arms.
Don't you forget, your worth's more than a karat of gold.

Stop crying, you're not a baby.
Where are those giggles?
Where are those funny pickles?
Smile, don't be bubbly!

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