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Tear stains on my face.
Blood stains on my heart.
Hurt is spelled on the walls.
And laughter is lost.
Where is my pen who has caused me not to change.
Why didn't I have a pencil to erase these stains.
Where is my paper, where my life is written on.
Sadly I can't change anything cuz i can't go back.





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