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At five, when I fell off my bicycle for the first time and bled, my mum leapt in to pick me up and ,"Honey!”, she said, “You know why Superman has a cape that is red?"
Not everyone can break through the chains of addiction; And although I did I still can't escape your conviction. I've been deemed unclean, no good, a crook; You'd see so much more if you'd take a good look.
I cry. I cry, I cry, I cry. I drown - my mind draws a blank, Everyone is flying, Down, I drown. One breath of air, But I don't see the source of oxygen. I breathe, but small, cautious breaths.
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