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Jul 2014
Your skin, is as thin as light
Your eyes, they're dim, as dark as night
You told me you would wake up today
I hoped and I prayed, where were you in May
June came by, my birthday arrived
You wrapped your bony fingers around my neck
Your frail veins poked at my weary skin
Let go of me! Sin after sin!

I suffered your wrath of rough brutality
Days went by, pain I wish I didn't see
No one understands me
No one can feel my pain
My anorexic mother
Took my internal existence of happiness away
I want to end my broken life
A broken home, a shattered knife

You cried for me to call the police
I ran for the phone, but it didn't cease me
I ran out the door, searching for safety
I got lost in myself, laid in my misery
Now I'm dwelling on the repeating past
Are you eating right? Are you done with your fast?
You will never be normal, I said it three times
Can I meet you in Heaven? Who is my mother behind this skinny disguise?
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Holden Craig
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Holden Craig
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