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*Call Me Your Cross*

You're in trouble, Admit it sir. I am here to help- So let me in. Don't worry about me, I will be fine... As long as you're better. I honestly get sicker, and sicker each day Just knowing that you're Feeling ill and uneasy; So vent, let it go, Tell me until you're No longer queazy. I want you happy, Just understand- Give me some thing, Anything to do. And I'll lift the burden, Easily, just for you. Call me your cross, For I love you too much. You're my Best friend, And I'll sacrifice my heart Just to be sure you Feel right again.
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Written by
megan-mae
American
Published
Jan 30, 2011
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- From Slipping Heart

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