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But then *click* I wake up, and I start feeling hot "The feeling is not so pleasant," some might say But I'd say it's like the happy little girl in me got ripped away from where she actually belonged Like removing someone's requirements for human life Raw, cruel, "unpleasant" The little girl in me gets shut down like a warehouse that no one actually cared for Just bought the necessary tools to keep it operating It's hard to find her wars are fought, battles are sought by the darkness The darkness that runs through my veins inside me Again, what if I could go on miraculous joy rides? Just what if the little girl could be woken in me by just waving a magical wand? What if she could stay for longer without me having to make a loud, hurt siren sound? Without having to drown in tears or blood singing that one song "I wish" What if?
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