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Nov 2018
I’m all yours
But don’t ask me to show you all of me...
Not my wrists, not my thighs.
I’m not sad
Just don’t ask me if I’m alright
I can’t keep putting up this fight.
I don’t want help
Just don’t hold out your hand
And tell me you’ve got me, because
I will grab it even if I don’t believe you.
I’m not lonely
But please don’t ask me to introduce
You to my friends, they’ve all gone.
I want to live
But please don’t hand me rope...
I’ll slip it round my neck like a tie,
Hang it from the rafters and swing till I die.
I was in a dark place when I wrote this.
Gavin Gregory Harrison
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