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Afraid
Wax paper over your mind
Hear me, Hear me, Hear me
Stabbing your brain
Understand
You called me mother and you fled from home
Crying rivers to slowly dislodge you from your refuge
reminiscing about translucent thinking
Afterword guilt
If I hate myself enough, maybe you'll come back
Don't put me down
I was afraid of being wrong
because you were always right in your ...
Thursday 9th October 2014 4:48 am
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