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I'm  alone  and
I've  no  place
To call   my own.
I'm anxious and
I'm  scared  that
The  people I love
Will  leave  my back
I'm   getting  older
So is  the pain
Increasing  with
Every  passing  day.
It doesn't  seem
To  leave me alone
It makes  me  crawl,
Dig  my  own grave
I  guess I'm  not
Alone  after  all.

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