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Author: Sarah Jane Stokes
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Published: 07-28-02 - Updated: 07-28-02 - id:879313
Bloody hands can't wash clean. That's what I learned the day I took somebody's life. That's what I learned the day the light died. Can't feel my legs as I scream for your heart, Can't feel the sun, Can't feel the gravel as I fall into you. Johnny said it would be all right. Johnny said don't cry. Johnny said the pain is only the game. I don't believe you now. I don't feel my heart beat. I don't feel it all...

You can call the sun whatever you want. You can call me the slut or the tramp But what about you? What about all the little things you do? What about all the pain you bring when you shed your clothes? Oh you never see me cause I am the dream phantom, I am the girl forever.

I could kill myself, I could end all the pain. I could move the sun, And the moon, But you would just sit still. Cold hearted, Mean demoned, Sit still as I pass, Can't feel a thing cause the cat's got a hold of your soul. Boy you better hope that the pain stops soon. You better hope that I get my period soon, You better hope my daddy doesn't see what you do to me.



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