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Cushion

I'm only another,

On a bleak, poisoned earth,

But i guess there's no feeling,

So what am i worth?

Tread down my body,

Burn out my heart

I'll smile, don't worry

Just tear me apart

It's not like i feel

Not with my wall

I'm just here to help

Pick you up when you fall.

written 2003

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