I want to know myself.
I touch every inch of my body
I touch every inch of my soul
All the dusty places that were once forgotten
There are some open wounds
They hurt, so I try not to press them
But sometimes I can't help it
Feelings I don't know or understand
Thoughts I'd rather forget
I am made of those little things
I am what I feel
I am what I don't know
I am what I can't understand
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
I want to know myself.
I touch every inch of my body
I touch every inch of my soul
All the dusty places that were once forgotten
There are some open wounds
They hurt, so I try not to press them
But sometimes I can't help it
Feelings I don't know or understand
Thoughts I'd rather forget
I am made of those little things
I am what I feel
I am what I don't know
I am what I can't understand
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