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A knock on the knee when I was wee I used to sit on m' mammy's knee. Her apron tore An' I fell on the floor An' that was the end o' me. She chased me from town to town Screaming all the streets down.
Wake up, no morning tea. Just a few crumpets and some water please College ID, and a lucky charm around my neck. A few books and pens, nothing high tech.
It's raining blood, Gushing down by the bucket Poorly hidden away Tempted just to say 'Fuck it' What use is there in crying.
Chapter 2. I sniffled, and then held up my blades to the light. Stolen from my dads razor, they were so sharp I could probably slice through plastic with them.
Daisies lined the grave. All I could do was stare. The wall was too thick, too hard, too firm.