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Seems like they were perfect,
To throw the first stone.
Shattered every dream,
And broke every last bone.

I want to run and hide,
But I'm exposed at last.
They see my sins
And they have a laugh.

But God give me strength
So I can lift myself up,
And please God, please,
Never let me give up.

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