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Will I ever find love? Will I ever fly high as the dove? These are the things I wonder. In My Sleep, In my slumber. Will I ever be pretty? Will I ever be thin? These are the things I ask myself, again and again and again. Will I ever be graceful, like a cat? Or am I destined to always be fat? I guess only time will tell, If I pass, or if I fail. but for now I am forced to wait, To learn of my decided fate. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 04:23 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Will I ever find love?..."