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Checked Into a Hospital

Checked into a hospital
Pale face, fluttering heart
I was gone when you needed me
But I’ll try to do better

Pale face, fluttering heart
You pull my hair, I pull yours
But I’ll try to do better
Even though you want to die

You pull my hair, I pull yours
And you still smile at me
Even though you want to die
My eyes black with guilt

Checked into a hospital
And you still smile at me
My eyes black with guilt
I was gone when you needed me.




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poetrydiva93 said...
Dec. 14, 2010 at 6:25 pm:
This is super good!
 
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