Faded Away


These are the streets where I began.
At the age of seventeen, my mother had me;
Lost in her teen years were Mother and me.
Strong and confident, I was raised-
At the age of sixteen, I started to fade away.
I look back at my life and feel ashamed.
Why am I feeling this way?
There's the good and the bad, the good covers more-
I guess I need to say no more.

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