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I wish I could Go back to being five. When life was easier And every thing was ABC’s and one two three’s. Now I’m older Constantly Getting caught up Into lies and deceit. Little did I know That even the sweet ones Will come and go. And I hold on To where I don’t belong. Reaching out for a hand That isn’t there. Resting my head In the depths of despair. 03/01/09

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Date: 12/17/2012 2:44:00 PM
Sounds like your having a bad day, we had them when we were five too, I clearly remember having big tantrums :) and i'm sure i said i didn't do it when i did :)
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