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This is the never ending storyIts like i am near a huge fire Like i wasted my whole life Like its now ending I turn on the sprinklers The heat dies down Now i'll catch Pnuemonia I may even die Again i cannot win My mind is my worst enemy I don't know how to controll it Its haunting my heart My soul As the abuse will not leave my memory box Things i want to remember i cannot Then look what happens I remember them I forget the things i gotta remember How unseen is this life I once again Heat up Turn on the sprinklers This is the never ending story Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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