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When It Hurts
Those aren't true friends, who betray,
And the true friends who stay, a long way.
I can't describe my situation,
The things in my imagination.
But its the way of my life,
I can die or I can survive.
In the ocean of sorrow,
Can I have some love to borrow.
The rumors you hear about me,
Maybe true or may not be.
I have them in my head,
But one day, they're all going to be dead.
All of them,
Just all of them.....
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