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i had what i needed.
my life, my happiness
until the hazy days came along
and the ending of my 13th summer
and i changed
and people came and loved
and i loved back
until emotions tumbled and words were repeated like my record player
of a mind.
you didnt enjoy me
you were just passing by.
confused and amazed
by you and your words
i was once fine.
oh how the tables have turned.

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