The one who believed in people,
and let their hands take him.
The one who'd never let go,
no matter how they break him.
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Where did he go?

When the bells used to jingle,
he'd wait for Santa Claus.
He had to finish homework,
but would rather play with straws.

And he'd cry his out when
a little something felt wrong,
Oh, did he had to change
because he wasn't strong?

He wanted to grow up fast,
with a curious soul so pure,
But he didn't know that road leads to
a disease with no cure.

Now I'm looking within myself
and trying to find him so bad.
A masterpiece when first written,
with an ending so sad.

There was a guy who had no worries,
and still got a perfect score.
I tried, tried and tried again but
he just isn't here anymore.
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where did he go?

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