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Mar 2014
I've always bruised easily
I wear my heart on my sleeve
If you were to jab it, you'd find out it bleeds
give me a moment, give me some space,
I need time, a few minutes to waste
my every last nerve has spilled on the tile
I've got to pick them up, please, it'll take a while
Written by
Maranda Sturgeon
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