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Save Me

I’m so tired already but I’ve barely been alive,
just twenty years, what about twenty more?
No. I’ve been cripple  
ever since I knew what God was.
That’s why nobody danced with me.
I tried calling for an ambulance once
or a fire truck
but they all hung up.
I know the sirens won’t come for me,
that’s what I want.

25 May 08

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wow this is good. its rather simple but at the same time has depth
 — silentspring

i wish i knew how to save you. very well done you gave me chills.
 — brokenarrows