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May 2015
You ask me what's wrong
Is your sight that confined?

I gave you bread crumbs
You didn't seek so you didn't find

Even my 'fat' 'dumb' friend
Could tell that I'm not 'fine'

Just take a look at my wrists
Have you gone that blind?

I actually physically told you
That I am not in my mind

I am your daughter
I thought our brains were intertwined

So ask me again what's wrong
Go ahead. Ask.
You can't be surprised when I tell you
I made the answer an easy task
Dead Lock
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