A Secret

February 6, 2010
By Ana Guzman SILVER, San Jose, California
Ana Guzman SILVER, San Jose, California
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The stars are shinning bright
I whish upon a time
The time flys by at night
Really, I'm not fine
The secret is my own
The burden my console
The nightmares start to grow
They see right through my soul
I find me sweet best friend
And whisper the dead end
The hurt just starts to mend
The secret trend is dead
The secret is not mine
The burden said goodbye

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