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Great Depression

The tears running down your throat,
The fears running down our road
Kiss my lies darling
Autocorrect that with a 'p'
It was a honest mistake sorry
I guess you can taste the irony 
In the same bedroom and you're still finding me 
Put your clothes back on, stop blinding me
The blood on the kitchen counter is reminding me

Of, oh oh.
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Mary Medina 20 August 2012

As the mind of a teenager dies The poem does take up to it's name.: (

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