poem

i was good at staying quit
i was the pain tae lead tae scars
i was the scheme tae mill tae
i was angry i was lost was tae
i was nothing more than nothing
i was more than the past memories
i had no future fae the lost past
i am a da i am some one tae look up tae

[my words lee smillie]

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