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by April Chapleau Dec 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Written wen i was 17;My life's a piece of *hit Dats why there sending it away There's no hope as we speak Neither will be on dat day This system i grew up with Now it wont be very long That deja-vous will follow Saying bye to my real mom This family i remain with After transferring a thousand Somethings telling me i afto Say goodbye and live with out them Getting close has been my fear Knowing goodbyes were so near This life i live so scared Knowing days will just be teared I knew this day would come And i wanted it for years But now dat it caught up I reflect with so much tears A mommy i'd like to call And daddy most of all But i gave up all dat hope And saved my life with dope!