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Jan 2021
I had one shot,
one shot to freedom,
to being able to be myself again
But you saw my shot
and then took it,
without a pardon nor thinking,
It was gone,
years of trying...gone
off to the deep end
all because you were too selfish
to just let me get help
and too stubborn to give it back.
Written by
beingcoolisaflex
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