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by NinjaGirl Jun 2, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I am so young I have a fresh talent within The songs I sung With whispers of the wind. A precious heart to hold The words from you are starting to fade The love I feel is growing so old Your happiness I made. Is nothing sacred? Is nothing mine? I feel so scared In this life I left behind.©opyrighted by ~NinjaGirl~