Yoko Fushigina

July 22, 2003 - Tokio
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Fix Me

Cling my entity to flesh
While seaming tattered chest.
Leave a purulent scars mesh
So I cannot digress.
Sew my mouth and wrest my eyes
To make a saint of me.
So that I couldn't tell the lies,
The lies I wouldn't see.
Tie my hands up, rip nails on each
To keep my body pure,
To hold temptations out of reach.
My innocence's secure.
Chop off my legs, don't let me stray
To make me tough and strong.
'Cause I've been running miles away
From problems for too long.
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O Holy God! O Dear Lord!
I'm pleading on my knees.
I don' t fear hurt, do what You want.
I'm praying to be fixed!
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