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What I thought wasn't mine, In the light. Was one of a kind, A precious pearl. When I wanted to cry, I couldn't cause I, Wasn't alowed. Sorry For everything Sorry I know I let you down Sorry 'til the end I never needed a friend like I do now What I thought wasn't all, So innocent. Was a delicate doll, Of porcelain. When I wanted to call you, And ask you for help, I stopped myself. What I thought was a dream, A mirage. Was as real as it seemed, A privilege. When I wanted to tell you, I made a mistake, I walked away.
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