I Have Not Livedby Rachel A. GoldI have not lived; trouble has passed me by,My sorrows have been few, and not severe, Some in the world are far worse off than I, Why should I sigh and wish for things less near? But sameness, every day and night the same, No thrills, no joys, a humdrum endless path; I sometimes feel that I am but a name, Tied to a doll, who cannot cry or laugh. What does one do when one grows tired of things? Come, tell me frankly, I want your advice; I've thought of many plans, rejected all, Its not that plans like these are not so nice, Whatever happened I would not be blamed But what's the object if one comes out maimed?
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