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My stomach is churning, My head is throbbing The pain is unbearable. I can’t focus I can’t think Suddenly the pain recedes I feel the soft warm fingers running through my hair The hand pushing me down Laying on my side My head pillowed by a soft lap The calming whisper of a voice Telling me ill be ok. So I sleep The warmth wrapping around me The voice calming me The gentle fingers easing the pain away I can think I can focus The pain is gone and sleep rules. The vice whispers on and the fingers keep me safe.
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
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My stomach is churning, My head is throbbing The pain is unbearable. I can’t focus I can’t think Suddenly the pain recedes I feel the soft warm fingers running through my hair The hand pushing me down Laying on my side My head pillowed by a soft lap The calming whisper of a voice Telling me ill be ok. So I sleep The warmth wrapping around me The voice calming me The gentle fingers easing the pain away I can think I can focus The pain is gone and sleep rules. The vice whispers on and the fingers keep me safe.
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
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