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broken record

It happened again or am I going crazy?
A word that's claws are in my sted.
My hair let down beneath the crown
I swear the sun held my hand that day

A smile shared, a loose hand brushed by
Danced the night away, fearful of your voice
A signal from a satellite somehow like a knife.

You are a jealous monster who will not be tamed
A witch may curse, a friend may cry, but a mother
Now thats not right!

I've heard it all before and still you try
Good day dear daughter, I may not be here again.

How many times must  hear it, before your gone
The seeds of doubt are sowed, I will crash when you go
So why threaten and waste the rest away with bitter words
of misplaced hate and forgotten love
in a bottle of russian vodka?
Written by jezabel
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