I think I’ll buy myself a new pen
One with new words in it so I
Won’t have to use the old words when
I’m crying on my pillow or cry-
ing when I’m down; I know it’s bad
When I can’t rise and face the day
That same old loneliness I had
When I was alone and used to pray
That someone somewhere could come
Along and save this dying soul
Of mine, and no one came, no one
And I dug myself another hole
And lay there in myself made shame
And moaned there in my peppered pain
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