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Hey babe,

I’m dancing on the edge

maybe I should just

jump off instead.

I am just hanging off the ledge

waiting to slip and

crack my head.

Staples and stitches simply can’t fix this!

the pain of my everyday life is explicit.

The thought of there being

one perfect person for

Everyone kept me going.

You and your soulmate dying 10 years apart

and taking a bullet for the person behind the trigger.

People we love leave and people we trust lie.

Bad people live and good people die.

So when I die do me up like a Victorian doll

buried with sweets covered in lace

until we meet again