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This the Grave Where Friendship's Found

I wasn’t listened to so turned to rage  
and that way stuck and took the stage 
From please help me 
To Hell set free 
I became so very unlike myself 
Lost my job through cards Life dealt 
the disrespect that I then felt 
became respect when fists would pelt 
people learnt to treat me well 
So I’d put down the battle axe 
And just like that the banter’s back 
gone the second I attack 
they treat me rough when not in danger
so very brave when I back down 
cowards traitors now made strangers 
this the grave where friendship's found

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