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My endless life stretches on ahead,

I wonder when they will leave me for dead.


Their taunts and tease and rotting gaze,

My eyes cloud over, red mist haze.


My hate, my fear, shiver slight,

Cold and sickness grip me tight.


I shake, I tremble, I start to stutter,

Icy words slice through skin like butter.


I curse and swear, make rapid decision,

Sharp steel always makes best incision.


Glares and mutters, they point the finger,

Black rumours will surely linger.


Heavy heart, pounding head,

It's me to leave them for dead.



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