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April 1996

I used to turn to you

And give my self away

I am disgusted with my self

Thrown away, anger

Pushed aside, a rotting

Corpse waiting to die

Which will not happen

‘Till I love my self

I can only love you

To run away for me

Please forgive my

Pushing illness

I can help my self

If you turn away

From me.

I hope you will

Look over your shoulder

Once in a while

I might recover you know

And still love you

The right way

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