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My heart may tear sometimes and I dont like it.
My life is better than any of anything
I'm a young gal but w/e

Poem:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When life is hard
I fight back
The leaves fall
Like life is precious
A little baby is born each day
When the little baby comes
Theres a new face upon earth
I know because
Where would we be if we havent lived
The life is a sourse to us
People may break hearts