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How Many Steps Till' You Fall ?

When I try my best,  
I fall to my worst.  
I stay without the rest.  
I was left to be cursed.
For the day I was born,  
I was ripped apart and torn.
I'll find a place to get you through,
No one can speak, I can't help you.
Written by Brette
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