Strayed sheep
Walk on by as I sit upon a ledge of self-destruction.
I seek no sympathy, just a hand to hold and to pull me from the edge.
I am deserving Aren't I?
Those so-called words they forcefully allege
Stepping forward by myself
Never will I follow the leader, But this I will instead,
Lead my own path that's right for me
A life lived astray I pledge
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