"Cant get a line on you..."
We called Ambulance refused to go, smell is awful, bitterness is evident.
Blood, waste everywhere. Yet we are the enemy.
The reason we've called for God, is only option to 'shine a light' is because.
"Cant get a line on you".
This is me, tired. Run down. Sad. Fed up. Angry, even. Don't blame me, I don't blame you one bit. Can not grasp the deep fear he feels in mind and bones.
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