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prophecy from my youth

she's been my best friend forever.
so when they told me she would die,
i hadn't though it'd happen -- never! --
it wasn't enough to stay and cry.

so i ran away from it all.
i ran away with no call.
i ran, left my problems behind.
but what will i do when there's more i find?

i found you, i love you so much.
maybe your feelings weren't the same.
before i even received your touch,
you dropped me as fast as i came.

so i ran away from it all.
i ran away with no call.
i ran, left my problems behind.
but what will i do when there's more i find?

mom called today - oh, does she dare!
she talked, while i began to cry.
"i'm sorry, mom. i know you care,"
i knew what was right as i said "bye."

so i ran back to it all.
i ran back after the call.
i ran to the place i came from.
and now i know i'll never be as dumb.

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