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the days are cold with no one to hold... me face is red my hands are bound... but no one sees that which is me... the see the sweet inocent girl that always wairs a smile... but what they don't see will never come closse to what they should see a girl that needs that which is never givven to her... that that is needed most to servive or you will just become one in the night looking for something needed but only find shot satifactin... never finding that which is wanted and needed the most... time is up and this is the end!!