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written by: Ingela(saja)



Who are you to judge me?
What is it you think you know?
I have been hurt in every way and had no chance to go
Have you been defeated and crushed like a bug?
Have you turned to ashes that were swept under the rug?
Don't you point your finger
You haven't got a clue
And if you do, I promise you
I point right back at you!



Fighting the sorrows in life by writing, sometimes joking, sometimes I try to put words to the pain

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