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You might've been around when I was born,
Maybe you thought "OH my gosh, she's a thorn!" But now I'm a budding rose, Whose made her choice. Years pass by, Though you've seen none of the tears I cry. Always gave me a broken heart, That mommy would have to mend. Did you think you were done with your part? You were always here and there, Even when I wanted your support And when I needed you near. I thought one day maybe you'd care, But I knew the chance was way too rare. So now you can go on, And leave me alone. I'll be perfectly alright. I've made it this far, Haven't I?
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