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Jan 2015
Grabbing my sleeve,
as I try to leave.
Tears running down your cheeks,
tears running down mine.
I don't want to go,
but it's against my will.
I'm chained to a wall,
as the blood falls.
Drip, drip, drip
down to the floor,
and killing my whole.
I will wait for you,
as long as you wait for me.
This is not suicide,
this is not a cut.
This is just my soul
thinking of the future beyond.
The Insane Savannah
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The Insane Savannah  In the depths of my soul.
(In the depths of my soul.)   
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   effaced, Margaret B and ---
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