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Mar 2020
No where or one is home
...Alone
Forced to roam
With other's sins I try to atone

I feel like it is useless trying
No point in crying
I don't want to be lying
But no one would take me in with all the pain I am confiding

It is worse then dying
And with every day the future becomes more terrifying
For now I must face every thing on my own
...Alone
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
(Canada)   
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