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Sep 2014
A little slip of my fragile mind
And I don't want to exist.

A little slip of my hand
Leaves blood dripping off of my wrist.

A little slip of my tongue
Lets you know what's going on.

And when you slip your hand in mine
You help me to be strong.
Anna Patricia
Written by
Anna Patricia  Skokie
(Skokie)   
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