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Funeral of My Childhood (Other) by Spindle
It started as just a fling.
A "join the group" sort of thing.
He seemed real nice, gentle, and kind.
I was in the right frame of mind.
And so we danced all through the night,
Like two flames about to ignite.
I felt a togetherness I have never known,
But in the morning I was all alone.
Weeks went by, and he was not seen.
I felt more alone than I ever have been.
But I wasn't alone, little then did I know
That something inside me was about to grow.
Months went by, and I learned the truth.
I was forced to say "goodbye" to my youth.
I went to the hospital in pain I couldn't believe.
I had a goal I was afraid to achieve.
Around me the doctors and nurses stood
As I watched the funeral of my childhood.
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