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I Think I've Lived Too Much Or Maybe Just Too Long Everything I Say or Do Seems to Turn out Very Wrong It's Not That I Want Pity Or Someone to Make it Right The Blame Is All My Own That I'm Alone Each Night I Should Learn from My Mistakes And That Really Makes Me Mad Maybe I Don't Understand Because I'm Always Sad There Was a Time I Remember When Everything Was Mine And I Didn't Even Realize There Wasn't Better to Find To Live with My Mistakes Is Very Hard for Me to Do How Can I Live with Me After the Way That I Hurt You Connie Moore 1/ 2/19 93

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