I
tried to survive.
Scraping a
living by
scraping
gum off for a dime.
I tried to
end it all –
almost
robbed a bank,
but I was
afraid –
for
myself and of you.
What would
you think of me,
reduced
to this crime
all I wanted
from life
was
to be together – you and I.
But maybe
you’ll see me
on
the local news,
and you’ll
remember something
that
you never gave me:
a chance to
be with you.
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