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You’re my nurse, my healer
You resurrect me
You’re a curse, yet lovely
You’ll soon neglect me

Your words, angelic
You hold my hand
Like birds, you flew me
Now I can’t stand

You were my outlet, so kind
You made me need you
The act sold said endless,
said “I'll never leave you”

I was naive, you promised
Your love wouldn’t dry
Now I bleed through your bandage
As you turn a blind eye
Pippa Christie
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Pippa Christie  18/F
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