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My life is scattered in the pages of Facebook
Like some spots of dried ink in my notebook
A few pics here and a few updates there
As I said scattered in the pages somewhere

My Life is scattered in the pages of Facebook
With a lot of pictures in the self click look
Some posts remind me of the crushes I had
Some random tags that say that I am not that bad

My life is scattered in the pages of Facebook
Struggling to locate the turns my life has ever took
I find some comments from the people I don't know
And some pics telling that how fast the kids grow

My life is scattered through the pages of Facebook
With bruises and medals of life's accounts book
This is the only thing I have ever called mine
It is my breath, my food, my sleep and my sunshine.

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