

Where do I comeWhere do I come? Where do I place myself? I listen to my friends stories Their troubles And their joys I try to help Where I can I like to see them happy With a smile upon their face But it is killing me I always put myself last And it hurts When can I tell my stories? My joy My pain I can't So I let it build All the time Knowing One day It will Kill meWhere do I come
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