no. (roses_rejoice) wrote,
no.
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You can't hurt me now

I don't know how to cry, but I'm still young
I see the outstretched arms that beckon me, but I can't come
I hear the spoken words that make no sense, where I come from
I feel the stinging truth that slaps me hard and makes me numb
I eat the bitter fruit that grows on trees where I come from
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