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I was young
Everthing was nice and sweet
I was young
Unware of the cruelty of the world
I was young
Happy and innocent
Now,
As i grow older
Everything seems to be falling apart
Now,
It is the opposite from when i was young
Now,
I feel like giving up

How can i stop cry?
How can i make it right?
How can i be me?

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