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A,B,C


They told me it would be easy.

As simple as the alphabet.

"Which alphabet are you referring to?",

there are over 100,000 of them.

They looked at me with crazy eyes.

Full of "Are you stupid?"

No, I am not.

I am witty,

Animated,

Eloquent,

Wacky,

Smart,

Kind.

I am strong.

Or at least I thought I was.

Its amazing,

how you can lose yourself,

in mere seconds.

One minute there,

the next gone.

But how could I lose myself,

when I hadn’t even found me yet?

Its as easy as the alphabet.

So I decided to spell,

and wrote my own ticket to hell.

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