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Here`s A Hankie
There's safety in solitude
I keep to myself.
No friends come to visit me
I sit on the shelf.
Affection was discouraged
And never received-
Never- in all my childhood!
Why was I conceived?
Yes, I had a home - a house
With no love in it.
I had the necessities.
Have you a minute?
That's as long as it would take
To fill you in well
On all the love in my past.
Yeah, my life was hell.
