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May 2015
This is unhealthy, isn't it?
Depending on you like this...
I can't help it, though.
You save me over and over and over
And I know you must be tired
By now, who wouldn't be.
I try, I really do try...
But after ruthlessly trying,
Over and over and over,
I have to come back to you,
Crawling on my hands and knees,
Scraped, bruised, and bleeding.
I can only live through so many
Kicks to the head
And I'm sorry, so so sorry
That I lack the strength to end it
So I wont have to live through so many
Kicks to the head
And so that you'll never have to save me again
Ivy Haegan
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Ivy Haegan  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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