I WAS ONCE TOLD,
MY BREATH TO HOLD,
MY STORY NOT TO BE TOLD,
NOT TO BE BOLD,
WIT NO PLAN I GROW OLD,
DAY BY DAY SLOW,
WAS I BEING DECECIVED,
SO I COULD HOLD ON TO GRIEF,
WITH NO HOPE AND NO BELIEF,
LIVING LIFE UPSET AND GRINDING MY TEETH...
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