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I had a childhood Cake when one A few family pictures Broken
as my home I lived how I lived Didn't know who to become Followed as I learned I never learned enough I watched in horror To walls falling down Pulled away from my door Never my door now I colored with
crayons Broken to the end Played with baseball cards Never liked being held in I flipped jacks Rolled
marbles on the cement I bet I would become More than back then I fell into places I shouldn't have been Came out as now I stand To my dieing day This is my living way I was told Who I should be I went
out and partied To show my strength I asked a few times again Could I have a car- no Could I go to college-
no Could I have a guitar- no I had to leave I had to leave home ....................................
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