She was pitiful,
sitting there with gauze on her wrists.
It's your fault.
You raised her.
Where had you gone wrong?
Why would she try to leave you?
You raised her.
It's your fault.
You were pitiful,
crying when she's the one in pain.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesiaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
