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Life
Contributed by
cryingonmyporch
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Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 01:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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As a child I learned to live.
As an adult I learned to die.
In between what's wrong and right you made so many promises.
I saw you fight for things that weren't right.
I washed up blood off my kitchen floor.
As a child I thought nothing of it.
As an adult I think too much of it.
My mom she worries for me at night.
She think I might be killed in that fight.
Forever I worried will I make it thru.
Now I hold my breath until my face is blue.
As a child I was scard to die.
As an adult all I look forward to is to die.
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Re: Life
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 04:28:55 PM AEST
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