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2004-11-08 11:59:25 ET the angry child who sits alone has never heard a loving tone and as she sits she scopes the rest looking for a freind at best the angry child who cries at night may never know her every fright and as she lays eyes wide and red she wonders how her fears are bred the angry child that a smile may always lie to feed denial but she knows someday her lies will fail and someone close will learn the tale angry child filled with regrets has many stories of which to tell and all the stories are buried beneath lies of deceit |
