I cry and I cry,
Praying to die,
Because my only family left me high and dry,
I don't know why they pry,
Into the only good things in my life,
And they take them away,
Along with my soul the part I never wanted to let go,
And so I sit here in disgust,
Still praying that soon I will be dust.
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