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Mar 2014
Him
Now I have a new mission
He just needs someone to fix him
He's been using the temporary release
But it'll only be so long before the temporary cure will cease
Sometimes I may have to cover the gun he's pointing at me
But he'll throw it away as soon as he sees
You're not crazy, my dear
You're innocent and sweet, and it shows with each tear
I'll be here for you, I won't leave like the others
Just lay with me here under the covers
Close your eyes and find something calming in what I say
I'll do whatever I can to make it okay
Maeve
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