As my sister sits
and plays with her sidewalk chalk
she hands me a piece
While she is content
to simply scribble
I draw broken hearts
and write 'Let me die'
I keep so much held in
it feels good to tell the world
the pain I'm in
and plays with her sidewalk chalk
she hands me a piece
While she is content
to simply scribble
I draw broken hearts
and write 'Let me die'
I keep so much held in
it feels good to tell the world
the pain I'm in
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