Cure me tonight.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
I want a cure tonight.
I see no more holes at the tip of my finger tips
I don't smell the alcohol from the swabs
I'm not thinking about how much carbs are in a meal
I don't feel Tommy all tangled up around me as I sleep
I don't know what Simvastatin tastes like before it's swallowed
Could You heal me? Please?
Rachel wrote in the pages of her life at 12:43 AM
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