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by Confined Nov 5, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Tonight she'll find no comfort Its banging on the door again... In a flash shes on the floor Tears forming And blood streaming She awakes in the hospital room Dad standing over her Panic tearing at his face She could barely see But she knew who it was... The doctor came in She fell down the stairs The dad had said She was such a clumsy little girl Somtimes it happened two or three times a week Days later she was back again In the morgue they took her this time Fragile and broken frame covered by a sheet.