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Exhausted


Time has passed,

The pain still lasts,

And I’m still hesitant to write,

 

Issues and pains,

They still remain,

From this plight, I beg flight,

 

My father coped with pipes,

Thus, with me, he lost stripes,

And though he’s trying to do right,

 

I will no longer try,

I shed all tears,

I will no longer cry,

 

I gave all ears,

Can no longer listen,

To a man whose mind is locked in a prison.

 

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