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| 265 2/22/04 FAUG Tattered and torn I kneel before, Your judgment and forever more, But why is it in what you have planned, That I am to be killed by my own hand I have no answers or solutions to my woes, And as time ticks away my willingness to live goes, Down to a breaking point that only you know, Though why fight what has already begun to go For I am now someone I despise, A waste of space filled with lies, Using people and rejecting some, God I hate what I have become. |