Working day and night until the day I die,
Surely I did nothing wrong, I dont think i deserve this,
These cracked up hands get no rest, or at least a break,
My life is not my choice,but the choice of someone else,
I cant remember a time where i have laughed,
Or a time where i have smiled, Not one happy memory.
I should go to school and get a job, but thats no up to me.
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