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i try to open up
but you slam me shut and throw me away like an old cigar butt you gave me false hope i dint know how ill cope do you know how many times i was told i was inadequate and that i couldn't be in the show 6 times these words were spoken and six times my heart was tore open now again that makes 7 did you know yesterday 7 was my favorite number just know even though you put me through the kind of pain i might not ever be able to let it go i might put on a floor show and cry in the rain so my tears wont show and i have a hole now in my heart that wont stay sewn but i forgive you because I cant stay mad no i cant stay mad
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