Bleeding
By cat_winters
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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There's a chair in my head
where i sit in safety
banish the real me
and find some privacy.
There's a spot on my bed
where you'll often see
a living monstrosity
who's only wish is to be
six foot under. Dead.
In her hand, round and shiny
het ticket to A and E
and final freedom, hopefully.
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