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Jan 2020
When I was a boy
I was punished for joy
If I saw it coming I ran
But he always had a plan

Tears were a curse
Because I got it worse
I forced to "be a man"
And to take it where I stand

Now because of being someone's psychological toy
To be abuse and destroy
I can no longer cry
No matter how hard I try

It's just who I am
I'll be like this till I die
I wish something could help me get by
But I know nothing can
I know the syllables don't go together. It was originally one big stanza with no coherent rhyme scheme but I split it up because it made it read mildly better but this is back to bow I wrote poetry just to leave stuff behind and I will l probably either edit this or his it from everyone
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Juneau
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