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Mar 2018
My skin turns to my brain
and my brain appeals to my heart

                                                          ­               keep doing this and
                                                we'll fall apart

                                                          ­          like you did when-

Stop,                                                     ­                     
don't you dare                                                            
­bring her up,                                                            
I­ don't ******* care.                                            

                                                               ­             If you just        
                                                                ­      t a l k e d -
I don't need to talk                                                             ­                               
I want to bleed, I need to be bleed,                                                           ­                                 
        and yet my bloods still clotting                                                         ­                                   
It's a ******* irony                                                            ­                                

                               ­                      We need help-

We are not we                                                               ­                             
You are you and I am me                                                        

                                                                ­       Without a heart we can't be-

THEN DIE WITH ME





                                                         ­                  You can die heart,
                                                          ­                                  leave us be,
                                                             ­                   the heart will die,
                                              We'll be a machine.
                                                        ­                            With chains and links
                                              That fracture and freeze,
                                                         ­                                   you'll be you,
                                              and we'll be me.
Written by
Elyse Hyland  18/F/Australia
(18/F/Australia)   
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