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About

We chase misprinted lies We face the path of time And yet I fight And yet I fight This battle all alone No one to cry to No place to call home Oooh...oooh... Oooh...oooh... My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find And yet I find Repeating in my head If I cant be my own Id feel better dead Oooh...oooh... Oooh...oooh...

Education

  • Gate City High

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