Tick-tock.  My time is almost up.
I feel as if my life is stuck
In a tiny loop I go, round and round
I feel as if I’m suffocating underground
At night I lay in darkness
Thinking, it doesn’t make sense
Why me, Father in Heaven?
Why have you given me this burden?
Continual humiliation, I want to hide
I don’t want anyone to see this side.

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Robert L. Martin
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