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Feb 2012
Strum

Strum

Time to tune up

Play a little harder til the coils spring up.

Play

     Sing

          Scream

Pound out the rhythm.

Make sure they all hear.

It's your last chance.

Your last cry for help.

Don't listen to them say:

     "you're sick. Go to hell."

Believe

     Walk

          Sing

Twist

     Pour

          Swallow

Black.


Rest.



Peace.
It's a mess but it's what I was feeling.
Caroline Stradley
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Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
(26/F/Austin, TX)   
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