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Save Me -- Original Poem

Written September 6, 2015

Save me from the travesty
Save me from the capacity
My mind roams to the maximum
As stress infiltrates the mind
I need all the time to breathe
And serenity so all I can see
Is what I'm blessed with in front of me
I am my own destiny
But help me to save me from devastation
Save me from me, myself and I
Save me from giving up on the only thing that matters: life
Save me for the sanity of life
Please save me

"Me, myself and I" was sampled by "Me, Myself and I" by BeyoncĂ©

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