Anita Clark Biography

Am I sick cos I hate to hate you,
You made me hate you,
Let myself hate you,
When it's all your fault,
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Cancer is a spider;
Growing legs,
Branching out...,
It lays it's eggs.....
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Bring the thunder,
Bring the rain,
Taste the anger,
Feel the pain,
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I sit here tonight,
The stars choke in the moonlight,
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What once linked us, Decayed and died,
When summer came, intensified.
Fell to the ground like ash, and to the heavens blue,
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