Walking disorder
Disaster ensues
If anyone asks
Strictly the blues
In hopes for....
something better
Keep crying girl
My shirt's getting wetter
you only think that it hurts you
but I know it's not true
Scars covered up
Long white sleeves
Composure lost
now who grieves
This is my last sentence
My last vow
Miss post op(era)
take your bow
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