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I was known as the quiet one, who never spoke a word, but when I did speak, I knew my voice was heard. I was not that big but I was not that small, but deep within, I heard that special call. I was the youngest one of the group. I was seen as immature. Even though my songs never showed that, the time went by in a blur. But soon things spiraled to an end, and we went our seperate ways, It was the beginning, the beginning of my olden days.
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