Who I have been

Life was happy when I was young

when I would cry my mother sung

now I live to be myself

with many things upon my shelf

I am not alone, not anymore

I will not accept that I am a bore

helping sothers is not enough

there are too many people dealing with sad stuff

but I do what I can to be of use

to stop anyone near me from needing a noose.

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