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I was once a young boy
Not so proud of me
Indifferent the thought: Life a toy
The confussion: Who, What to be
Confussion; think, I could not tell
With neglect of heart, warmth I had not felt
In time Friends/Family were to gain
Quickly gone, forever more, felt heart of pain
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