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Needle in my arm, Please do me no harm. Faithlessness in my own self Taught me to find a new wealth. Needle in my spoon, Nurtured like babies in the womb.
I may not be much of an example, Though someday success will be ample. Someday you'll understand, That I did the best that I can.
My feet were swiped from below, In an instant my life was in tow. Feeling like a new disease, I struggled for the pain to ease.
Under the surface lie invisible wounds, Caught in an undertow, my life in ruins. Is there someone willing to help me out? Is there someone near to hear me shout?
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