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Nov 2014
I think of you and my eyes burn
but I only cry in my dreams

Dying to be sane,
but strapped to the table
so sick of being called crazy

Hospitalized eternally
may heaven be my medicine
to prove I was a failure from the start

I die
to cry
But you
cannot cry
once dead
Sarah
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Sarah
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