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In My Hand
Why are the looking at me
They are staring,
That I can see
Why are they mocking me
They talk and make jokes like I werent there
God, It just isnt fair
Their words are cold; like ice
Into my flesh they slice
All the times I died from their hurtful acts
What's so wrong with me
Where did I ever do anyone wrong
Is it that I am weak instead of strong
Where is the truth
What is the proof
Once I would like to know where I stand
Where is it
Is it in my hand
