Years old

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At 6 years old,

I was told,

That Santa and fairies were true,

I was so naïve to believe you.


At 9 years old,

I was told,

High school was a fun place to be,

Huh, you should take a look and see.


At 12 years old,

I always told,

You that I wanted to do ballet,

You always replied with "I don't care, go away...".


At 15 years old,

My heart turned cold,

I had stopped eating,

Love is gone, finally retreating.


At 18 years old,

People were told,

That I was gone for good,

People felt regret, that they should

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Song - When she cries by Britt Nicole

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNtgGM0Csfk

- Laura

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