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Jan 2012
Poor young thing.
***** carpet, ***** face, ***** feelings in this place.
Poor young thing can't help but cry,
"Stick a needle in my eye."
Empty bed, empty room, waiting for an empty tomb.
Empty even with her in it.
Poor young thing -
nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, can't stand to live another day.
Poor young thing.
Elle Dougherty
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