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written by: Ingela(saja)



Covered in blood
Maybe a towel?
Another towel...
And another.

Maybe a doctor?
Another doctor...
Another bed.

Should I call in sick?
maybe another time...
another place.

Am I awake or do I sleep? You're talking to me
Of another person...
Another time.

Want to stop you then I see a tear on your cheek
Another tear...
And another.

I see that you love me
In another way...
Another need.
And that's when I know that I am alone...



Fighting the sorrows in life by writing, sometimes joking, sometimes I try to put words to the pain

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