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The price for growing up
Is a thorn in the heart
Draining up your blood
Till you become numb
Leeching off all your dreams
As you face reality
As you fade into insanity
As you battle your demons
Until you broke down
Into fine pieces of sand
And be assembled once more
Into something
That would be broken again...

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