Tossed was I,
Discarded like an ugly toy.
I gather I am worth nothing.
Left to fate,
With no one to guide me,
I found my way on my own.
A world cruel,
People apathetic,
I did shine through the darkness.
With my God to guide me,
I stood proud without guilt,
While others around me
Stood with shame.
0185 My God [22 March 1998]
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