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Many of you turn to ask As you see me walking past "what makes you limp the way you do?" as though an explanation is owed to you I know that most just worry While others give to me their pity but for those who imitate me when I come by you will never know how you make me cry
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
My Limp
Many of you turn to ask As you see me walking past "what makes you limp the way you do?" as though an explanation is owed to you I know that most just worry While others give to me their pity but for those who imitate me when I come by you will never know how you make me cry
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21/F/Canada
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
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