Ironic

torn away

from my only family

why couldn't i stay?

it was my own fault

nothing to give but a price to pay

what did I do? 

down on my knees I pray

how ironic

i'm glad i didn't stay

glad to be who i am

my days no longer gray

 

 

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Me
My family
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