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The tracks are cold, they freeze in time. My
painful memories, lay waste to my mind. I will
surely suffer, if I live in the past. This hurt that
I'm feeling, I pray it won't last. When I think of
the things they did in spite, they were cruel and
nasty and drove me to fight. They said I was
different, they said I was weird. They isolated
me, they taunted and jeered. I won't let them
beat me, I won't let them win. I'm stronger than
that, I have thicker skin. I'm better now, I feel
okay. But what of the others, I must help them
today. Lets journey together, let's ride this train.
So we can be happy and banish the pain.