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I once had the chance to take a stand To give the world my helping hand Or make a difference in this land But I walked away When I was young I loved to dance To put my soul into a trance
As I write my final letter to you, I don't feel any remorse. In fact, I almost feel relived to know that little parasite is gone. I know I put the parasite on me, and I let it drain me for so long.
Does it matter that in the fall all of us just feel so small? We rush like squirrels harboring food for in winter none of us know what to do. In fall school is on the up and up again
IM TALKING BUT YOUR NOT LISTENING OR MAYBE YOUR LISTENING AND IM NOT HEARING HEARING BUT NOT UNDERSTANDING, UNDERSTANDING BUT NOT ABLE TO RELATE SPEAKING WITHOUT SOUND SO MY VOICE IS UNHEARD