Stiched Tight
Stich my mouth shut
I wont speak again
I wont cry nor wine
Nothing gets in
Ill starve myself
So Ill become beautiful
Not good for my health?
I must be abuseful
My strength will weaken
My heart will be eaten
Eaten away by all of life
My friends, my family, start a strife
Slit the stiches with this knife
Ive seen the light
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EmotionalReck07posted on 01/21/2008
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