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I never was a kid,

my problems always ran deep,

I sat and read poetry,

While other children would sleep.

I've always hid my problems from my friends,

except from my favorite one,

they would cry and understand,

I was the crazy one.

They left me to find new,

I thought I was done,

Cause you were threw,

But I guess I was wrong.