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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.
