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Published: Dec 29, 2012

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They don't know who I am

They don't know what I've gone through

         And even when it hurts

            And even when there is pain

                  I wonder

                       if

If

        They could

                   Survive the same

Their words may sting

And

   Their laughter may

            Make me 

               Cry

                       But there's no way 

                          that

I'm going to let

                 Life pass me by


                                                 And people may talk

                                                 And they might judge

                                                 But it's who I am

                                                 Who I was meant to be

And nothing

       Could ever take that away

                                                 From me

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It's a song, I'll continue it later.

The indentations may seem a little awkward and random, but they're supposed to be in the places they are ^^'

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