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I am what i use to be
I am what I use to be
the cild that played
alone at night in the dark
I am what I use to be
the same little girl who hated to
cry cause when she started the tears
never seemed to stop
I am what I use to be
the same little girl whos afraid
of being alone
The same little girl who cried
her first day of school
I am what I use to be
but yet i still change
i am the flower bud that
had
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