Being in Debt
One..Two...Three... Four... Five.. Six.. Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... Eleven.. Twelve.. Thirteen...Fourteen ... Fifth teen....debt. In a haze i lay, my eyes filled much with a glaze. The surroundings fade and life slips away. But today, I praise that man who guided me out of that maze. May I find words to say to he, I'd replay a million times a day. Cause the firefighter who pulled me out if that blaze, is the man whom I wish I could repay.
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