Even though she knows we already know.
To rip off the truth like a bandage.
She left her chest bleeding that day.
Opened up, we could see a heart. Two lungs.
And her sadness spilled out the side.
Selective Narcoleptic
About Me
- Libby H
- I have the ability to see the broad and the narrow. I know all the lyrics to songs my parents knew and those of songs no one but I will ever hear but I can't tell you what's on the radio. I can remember the expressions on my friends faces but I'm suprised to find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs. I am a transparent eyeball. But with cataracts.
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