Sometimes I think of my life
And the way it used to be
The person that I was and the things I used to see
The way I used to live, it wasn't right at all
I used to blame myself for everybody's faults
When anyone would fall into the devils grasp
I used to close my eyes and say, 'Dear God don't let this last'
And even now it seems, like it was just a dream
I don't want to wake up
because in truth I might just scream.
-by Clerissa Copeland...(2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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