What could have been

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Cover me up.

Cover me in.

Try to forget what could have been.

Hold on tight.

Hold on tighter.

All gone with a flick of a lighter.

Hug me with tears.

Hug me with open arms.

You're safe now

no more harm.

Drop dead once.

Drop dead once more.

Hair like tree roots

on the cold hard floor.

Wipe the blood.

Wipe the blood clean.

I don't want to remember

what could have been.

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