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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Bitter End

They called me to your room, I saw you for myself
I saw you, and my self was torn

Who you remind me of, I dare not say
The consequences I dare not see

Your habit, got the best of you
But you of it, have the worst end

And they will be there, to hold your hand
Your loved ones, till the bitter end

Themselves miles more torn than me
Written for a dying mother...