Hannah Barham Biography

If I told you I love you
What would you think?
Would you say you love me too?
Or that we're too young?
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When I look upon the graves
Of those who fell before
Neat, bland rectangles
Of yellow and weathered stone
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Oh to be
Enamoured with the idea
Of love
To risk the heart upon a fall
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And here I sit, alone again in the pouring rain.

I know this is the path I chose
I know that this is what you want.
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And death seems the only way out
When hope fades
And life is hard to bear;
The razor is the only friend,
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