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People tell me I am beautiful.
People tell me I am kind.
I...have nothing left.
Through a series of selfish mistakes I have lost everything.
By the time I straightened out...it was too late.
I..don't want to disappear. But it seems that is where things are going.
I have so much love to give.
And I am a pretty little thing.
Seems a waste.
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