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Think I found it,
way down here in the mud,
were I started from,
of course I look up an see no one,
pick myself up an look in the mirror an all I see is a shattered self,run my hand cross my face touch my nose,point my finger at myself in the mirror an push,tell the tip of my finger turned white,sweat beads run down my face,I think I found my happy place, the same place I ran to before,Before she came along an took me to that place,that place I was at when she broke me,that place she keeped me,that place were she killed me............
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