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Locked in a room like a tomb to fall from bed to sickness and no one to witness this mess |
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I'm left with. |
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And you thought this moment was just a tickle in your throat, an itch on the roof of your mouth. |
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So cut off the ead and laugh like a smile. |
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Are you here? |
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Is this the way all stories end? |
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Believe me dear? |
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I'd rather swallow tassles than tacks. |
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My ideas are crucified on this cross. |
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So thin and loose but these nails are slowly slipping through the boards. |
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This gauze is stopping blood. |
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This gauze is soaked twice through. |
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Leaving us stained. |
