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Garrett Sly

As if you knew what I've been through
Deep feelings and dark thoughts
They provoke me every night
I lay alone and stare at the ceiling
I never felt love and tenderness
My childhood was stolen
By an imaginary thief
My feelings I've held in, they scream, hoping you'll hear
A cry for help, a last resort of sorts
My last chance to set things straight
My last chance to clear my name
So many things, so little time
So many people and so many crimes
Helpless souls, going nowhere, the final destination
I feel as if I've tried my best
I hope you see how much I truly cared
I know I was never there
Let me repay you
But I've got nothing left
It was stolen.
© 2015 Garrett Sly
August 2015
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