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CJ Bond 2006 ©
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Shameful thoughts running through my head,
as I lay here in a dreadful bed.
I’d think more about pain,
the more tears I would gain.
I start to shake in fear,
as I don’t feel as a peer.
I am different I see in a mirror,
then I see that I became a mischief.
I then go nuts,
I start to abut.
I can’t feel texture,
this is so much torture.
I live in hell,
shit I can’t spell.
“So why try?”, I must die.
