My old life

March 31, 2012
By FaithLee GOLD, Phoenix, Arizona
FaithLee GOLD, Phoenix, Arizona
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Poring over old writings
Tis painful to read of my wretched devices
Squirming with selfish fighting
And my lover entices

Darn it all
I first knew depression
I had to fall
It surely left an impression

I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry I loved you
I wish I could find you
Someone to hold on to

Someone as amazing as me
Someone with a lock to fit your key
Why, darn it, why?
Why did you have to love me?

You destroyed my family

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