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May 9, 2010
I belonged to her many years ago.
My mother only plays piano when she is sad. Not angry nor happy, but sad. It's devastating, actually.
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It takes the pain away
That could not make you stay
It's way to broke to fix
No glue, no bag of tricks
Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
Lay me down to crawl
Your smile would make me sneeze
When we were Siamese
Amazing grace in here
I'd pay to have you near
Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
Lay me down to crawl
Don't go and lose your face
At some stranger's place
And don't forget to breathe
And pay before you leave
Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
Lay me down to crawl
On the verge of tears, she asked the wind to help her.
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Anita came back home from on the island. But Anita came on home without a name. Once upon a time or maybe twice there lived a little girl inside my head called Little Suicide.
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