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Jan 5
I used to talk to God about my problems
With no answer from the sky
I used to talk to friends about my problems
Maybe they think I’ve found God as I plead
I used to talk to the Devil about my problems
With no hope for any mercy
I used to talk

I used to have my voice.
I don’t know where it’s gone.
Written by
sorrowcherry  32/F
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     Jimmy silker
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