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Ladders

February 17, 2011
By Anonymous

I have ladders on my wrists;
Up and down my arms they go.
No one knows that they exist;
Rungs they come and rungs they go.

Ladders make me feel alright
When everything else is a mess.
Every rung that I create
Helps relieve a little stress.
Daddy would flip a sh**
If he knew how far I climb.
Every day the ladder grows,
I feel better every time.

I have ladders on my wrists;
Up and down my arms they go.
No one knows that they exist;
Rungs they come and rungs they go.



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