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My stories

you came to me under a weeping willow

your eyes lost inside themselves spinning on their splintered axes hunting like they were blind

My name is...

Because I'm really scared of dying and I wanted to tell you my grip's too strong round the throat my hands are the fear the neck is my life and I squeeze

I have nothing to say

You know those days when you have little to say

at the fork in the road

The one that drives the car with blacked out windows bullet proof skin so thin!

On the edge of happiness

the light waning coy behind the cloud dragging to the shadows the words I wish to say

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