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Maranda Sturgeon Mar 2014
I've always bruised easily
I wear my heart on my sleeve
If you were to jab it, you'd find out it bleeds
give me a moment, give me some space,
I need time, a few minutes to waste
my every last nerve has spilled on the tile
I've got to pick them up, please, it'll take a while
Maranda Sturgeon Mar 2014
We have not a minute, not a moment to waste,
please don't forget me in all of your haste,
in all of your hurriedness to get somewhere,
you must find a place for me, leave no room for repair
Maranda Sturgeon Mar 2014
Your words are cutting, and the wounds go deep,
you can't talk down on me anymore,
I am losing substance,
I make excuses for your behavior,
and I put it all down to circumstance,
but you don't need excuses,
you need to claim your mistakes

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