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Me

I play the flute

And get into fights

And defend my rights

I cheerlead and dance

My boyfriend's name is Lance

I go to therapy

School is too much for me

I fear heights

And a world without light

I have five friends

And life without them would be my end

So this is me

And you see

That I am quite crazy 

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Tears

I try to hold them in

Try not to let them leak

But my efforts were weak

And I feel my face turn red

And then they come

My enemy

They tell me I'm weak

But now I see

The tears are my fear

But what is to fear?

I am done with these tears

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