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Dec 2018
Hold me close
Like I mean the most
And whisper a broken lullaby.

With shards of glass
And cigarette ash
And a pain I've grown to call home.

Let me sleep under the moon
And hope help is coming soon
And forget all that I know.

And i'll try to cry
But dry my eyes
And let it come to an end.

Because love is pain
And there's nothing to gain
From a house that's not a home.

So brush my hair
And pretend to care
And let me fade away.

Because i'm sick and *****
And tired of hurting
So please let me fall asleep.

And once i'm gone
You'll have to move on
I'll see you another day.
Philomena
Written by
Philomena  24/F
(24/F)   
195
   Kiona and RAJ NANDY
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