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She's snapped all her needles and sits cold and alone
Rocking and sweating, her eyes fixed on the phone
A decision to make; which person to call?
Knowing either way, this'll be the end of it all.
Should she ring home to her mam and dad
And return to the life that she once had?
Be drawn back into the family's loving embrace
Standing at their door with no shoes or suitcase
...Tuesday 7th October 2014 2:44 pm
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