I Cried
This must have been when my mother left and my dad had no place to put me.
I remember my dad dropping me off at some home and I would not stay.
I cried and I cried until my dad had to come and get me.
Where I went from there I do not know.
This was just a memory that was just real and true.
It just makes me sad and unwanted.
The world was just not right for this child, this small mind of mine.
The sadness never left.
And I cried.
Muse by Tomas
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