There are some things that I should not tell,
As it may put me in jail.
A broken neck,
A strangled child,
These things I should not tell.
Leave them thoughts be,
For all we know,
We may have been.
Frothing at the mouth,
Gasping for air.
Que Sera Sera,
Never has my mother sang to me.
Whatever will be,
Will be.
Become me.
Erratic Behaviour
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