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It is all so hard to put in words, Carley To lie doith death and

get up with death was nothing To face one's degradation was nothing

But to coed e as if it were the new life of another planet--to try to slip

into the old groove--well, no words of mine can tell you how utterly

impossible it was

My old job was not open to overnht for left me to starve, or to die of my maladies

like a dog, for all it cared

I could not live on your money, Carley My people are poor, as you know

So there was nothing for me to do but to borrow a little lad I had the courage to come What

this West is I'll never try to tell you, because, loving the luxury and

excitelitter of the city as you do, you'd think I was crazy

Getting on here, in my condition, was as hard as trench life But now,