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My loss

She told me once that if I wasn't healthy she most certainly wouldn't be able to help me. 

 

Today that all came true, through her own misguided view she didn't have a clue and didn't know what to do. 

 

She took my humble view, a vow of silence as violence, the woman that knows me most mistook me for a tyrant. 

 

Not once did she try to understand that my intentions are good to become a better man, to be better understood to find my feet, to be able to stand. 

 

Would get rid of me as soon as look at me but still I remain, in my test to them she called me insane. 

 

"What the fuck are you doing? your not well" that kicked my arse onto the train and sat me down on my first class seat to hell. 

 

◄ Silently walking

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