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Hannah the 13th


Pink Teddy bears and hanging ropes
Its dark inside their cuddled eyes
The room forever filled with fun
The satisfaction in the simple cuts

Thirteen
Its never simple
I miss you
Thirteen

They turn it into a game
Something to throw their knives through
You always need that net
The pressure takes yours away

Thirteen
Its never simple
Being thirteen
With ideas

Hold onto the sounds
Literally
Murder in the grounds
Consolingly
But where were the parents?
Where were the sirens?

Its no coincidence
There's no such thing as Friday

Thirteen
Its never simple
I don't miss you
Thirteen

How can it fall to this?
Retreat to a new branch of skin
Along with that stale stench
Of love waiting on a bench

But where were the parents?
Where was here family?
At her funeral



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