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I hate who I became
In those last few years
It was me as a slave
In a river of fears
No one would help
A man on the verge
They would only yelp
When it would emerge
Anyone that tried
Their eyes would soon be closed
I wish I could have cried
But that emotion had long ago closed
I tried to let go
Of the beast I had become
It wasn't easy to resist
But it had to be done
Now I look at you from a distance
Afraid of what would could be
If we ever had an instance
When I wasn't me.
In those last few years
It was me as a slave
In a river of fears
No one would help
A man on the verge
They would only yelp
When it would emerge
Anyone that tried
Their eyes would soon be closed
I wish I could have cried
But that emotion had long ago closed
I tried to let go
Of the beast I had become
It wasn't easy to resist
But it had to be done
Now I look at you from a distance
Afraid of what would could be
If we ever had an instance
When I wasn't me.
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