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My Chance Feb 19 2011

Why didnt I ever get a chance?
A chance to live my life.
You made a decision without suffering any consequence,
go on just stabe me with a knife.

Not a soul even knew about me,
you took my choice away.
Do you ever wonder about the person I grew to be?
Does it cross your mind at least once a day?

I have to suffer for all that you have done,
tell me, "How is that fair?"
I wanted a chance to live, to grow and be strong,
but all I get is an empty stare.

One day you will pay for your actions,
it will haunt you in your sleep.
A constant reminder of the decision you made,
the pain will run to deep.

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