Fresh 9-11-07(C)

by Amanda Clayburn   Dec 27, 2007


Clean my soul
So my mother could say I�m perfect
Hide secrets that I know she wouldn�t like to hear
Cover my eye and face by my hair
Please don�t notice that tears I�ve cried for him
Wrap me up with black cloths
To show that I�m not worth my for my body
Sow and stitch my lips shut
*I never wanted to speak to you again*
Shades over me eyes
Pretend I�m blind
I don�t want to be cared of anymore

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