Are you unconscious or just absent minded? Bleeding and beaten some alley some ditch. Like dying, like crying, and worse of all raped in the head. By a stick. Are you screaming off cliffs or broken on ice. Your neck snapped and splintered, lips bloodied and thick. Can nobody hear you, should I have bought you an emergency bracelet: Allergic to peanuts.
Wish on a star, don't know with who or where you are, but it must be the worst, phone busted and heart ready to burst. Sudden heart attack, dead. Just remember what I said. I don't know what I would do without you here. I would never love another... that's clear.
Like a machine, I'd create. I'd love the world and live sterile.
Somewhere you're beaten and broken, still I know the phone may ring IF you're only an hour late.
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Monday, December 1, 2008
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