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Sep 2011
Misery is a where I like to be. It’s a part of me. Only for me to see. Open up my wings and let you undo the tragedies I’ve been put through.
Oh wait no, stop, halt. put on the breaks. Here we go again. You don’t want me anymore. You are just too scared to open the door. How can you pull me in and then leave me here to bleed. I’m just swimming…..
Misery is a where I like to be. It’s a part of me. Only for me to see. Open up my wings and let you undo the tragedies I’ve been put through. Hold me close then throw me back again. That’s what you do. I have learned my lesson now.
But you are beautiful and I fall for it every time. You and your sick melody. It makes me forget all that you have done to me. It’s not fare but I know how this goes. Ill fall but you will only take advantage of me while I’m down.
Misery is a where I like to be. It’s a part of me. Only for me to see. Open up my wings and let you undo the tragedies I’ve been put through. Hold me close then throw me back again. That’s what you do. I have learned my lesson now. I can find my way out. Good reddens to you.
Rebecca A Graff
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