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Feb 2016
Little one I can see how much you cry.
Dry your eye you don't have to die.
Who has made you forget the sun.
Who has made you love no one.

Dear child are you all rite
why do you cry almost every night
Who had taken the light from behind your eyes
Dear little child are you all rite?

Yes. I can see you standing in the shower
your tears shed in vain mixing with your bleeding hips
You tuck your anger out on yourself
now I can hear you begging for death

Small little broken thing pleas don't cry.
I couldn't stop you but, I'll hold you tonight.
I will carry you as far as I can go.
Dear little broken girl why did you jump out of your window.

I cant tell whir your going,
But ill follow you down as far as I can
I hate the tears that your crying.
Why did you have to leave like this

So when the moon goes down tonight
and the sun comes up in the sky.
When they find you dyeing,
out in the street,
they'll try to stich you up
Ill be out in the hall weighting
till you've had enough
So little broken thing, your not alone.
Ill be out in the hall weighting to take you home
we all think that we'll leave a mark on this world that will last. but more times than not the marks that we leave are scars. We don't want to be forgotten so we try to inspire emotion in those after our death. Our funerals are a mass of people trying to clam they felt the most pain over your lose...in the end were all dust in the wind...in the end loves just a shout into the void....in the end none of us mean anything....
Andie May ostrander
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