The thing that suddenly came that November day,
That I wish would have stayed away,
12 and 13 are the worst years so far,
That I was with a spar,
Fighting for the invisible thing to go away,
I hope it won’t come back cause I’ll be in vain,
It’ll always stay within me,
But let's just hope it stays away... we’ll see,
Other people are fighting it too and to them I wish good luck,
I hope you won’t get stuck,
Don’t turn yourself over to the devil,
Or else you’ll be a rebel,
With bad luck

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