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Self Tort
something to keep me afloat
Whenever I am at nought
Has become a kind of antidote
A coping mechanism of a sort
A comfort blanket, a coat
Whenever feeling distraught
Always making a constant note
Expressing my every thought
No matter how it be remote
Whether its long or its short
What ever it is I have wrote
Has always been self tort
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David Scott
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