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O God, I’ve hypersensitive a heart;
They offend me so oft in various sorts;
Who cares to understand my every thought?
My sufferings can be loaded in carts.
I always tried to help others in life;
I did not care about myself for long;
I had my principles goods despite strife;
I ne’er intentionally do others wrong.
But yet, I feel they have all estranged me;
They have ignored me deliberately;
Side lined I am and neglected truly;
I am a broken branch of family.
’Tis sad I find myself in despair so oft;
If Maker wants, He can me always loft.
Dr John Celes
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