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Well, you may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to lose everything
We are temporary arrangements
And you're like a 90's Noah
And they laughed at you as you packed
All of your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
And is it just me
Or are you fed up?
May God bless you in your travels
In your conquests and queries
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