Can you see this has fased me,
I can't move,
This fright to get rid of,
There is no key,
So hush don't say squeel a sound,
It will all go away quickly,
I fight and fight,
But I keep losing to this annoying pound,
Or is this even a pound,
or a beating crushed heart,
that can't be healed,
so I sit here and cry in mounds.
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For the great, the good, and the bad; by Jessica
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