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Only a childhood ago I remember being on my knees

Looking for guidance....any guidance 

Insane or sane that could make my sorrow cease

Waking up in pain, going to sleep in pain, losing myself slowly

Clenching my stomach asking why me....

Why am I bruised 

Why am I clenching my stomach 

Why am I in disarray....why me?

I look upon the stars and find small comfort 

I look upon others and find smaller comfort 

I find myself too weak to cease my very existence

Why me?  

How did I forsake myself? 

Why me?

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