you tell me I'm bleeding
you convince me only you could help me
and while I sit there and listen
I cant help but think why you'd want to see me hurting
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Poetry For The Wandering Mind
Poesíathis is some poetry, some personal, some not. Enjoy!
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you tell me I'm bleeding
you convince me only you could help me
and while I sit there and listen
I cant help but think why you'd want to see me hurting
