When I wrote my poetry
So desperate and so bleak
When I told you deep dark secrets
Not one word of it did you speak
All I have to ask you is why
Why when I was down and low
Why help me reach the sky
Why give me your hand
The very last thing I wanted
You helped me write my life plan
Now alll the pain I brought you is haunting me
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