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by: Paul Raymond Martin
As I lie in my bunk I feel so all alone, it is
as if the light's are on, but inside nobody's at home.
It's only through the parting of cloud's that I
can access all the damage that I have done, the
people in my life have become all to judgemental;
my life has become all but fun.
So as I sit here and wonder when I will breathe
my last, death has become the only real answer
for me, to help shut the door on the past.
A life filled with expectation's has turned into
a lesson for all, don't follow my lead, don't
end up like Paul.
