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People tell me that I’m young but I don’t feel it

They say the enemy comes to seek, kill and destroy

I know God gave it to me, promise they won’t steal it:

But I’ve spent so many years as a living, breathing toy

You wanna hear my story but you won’t come near it

Keep your distance cause I might be sad but I can still feel joy




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