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It's my time

lonely battles, endless dreams, with dark red eyes, my childhood screams Nothing is going, on my way, "It's my time" is hard to say How to move, how to fall, frustration is growing tall Still I try to find my way, "It's my time" is hard to say With loads of hope of mom & dad, I stand tall.. cuz i can't fall two pairs of never ending dreams, I'll make my way.. Someday

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Date: 9/1/2012 12:37:00 PM
Be-you-tiful write. My loneliness and pains turn into creativity. And so does yours. keep it up cuz it is your time
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Aarya Roy
Date: 1/9/2013 3:14:00 AM
Thank you... love AArya