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I'm always been that girl.
Emitting a sound like chirl.
In a life with a tone of birl.
That has a lots of pirl.
Full of emotions that can't tell.
Keeping inside what I feel.
Living in a motion of reel.
Treated like a lorel.
I'm a sphere with a dent.
A perfume without scent.
Trying hard to be like cement.
Though I really wanted to vent.
I'm tired being an agent.
Whose rights is a few cent.
I wanted to tell you all of it.
But all these are left unsent.
Emitting a sound like chirl.
In a life with a tone of birl.
That has a lots of pirl.
Full of emotions that can't tell.
Keeping inside what I feel.
Living in a motion of reel.
Treated like a lorel.
I'm a sphere with a dent.
A perfume without scent.
Trying hard to be like cement.
Though I really wanted to vent.
I'm tired being an agent.
Whose rights is a few cent.
I wanted to tell you all of it.
But all these are left unsent.
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