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I realize just cause I talk to different ppl ("friends") doesn't mean I matter to them
Roses are dull
Voilets are crying
Outside I'm happy
Inside I'm dying
I'm stamping you with a kiss stamper
Or whatever those things called
Its so easy for people to find love
I've been rejected twice
Just cause people look happy
Doesn't mean they are
Because even a white rose
Have a black sh...