The people that know you don't really know you.
Unless you want them to.
Why let in that groggy blur to the clearness in your mind?
Why seep down in grimy mud and force yourself to bind?
That dull ache and restless shake that ponders in your soul,
will only cut you, marr you, rattle you and leave you with a
hole.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
The people that know you don't really know you.
Unless you want them to.
Why let in that groggy blur to the clearness in your mind?
Why seep down in grimy mud and force yourself to bind?
That dull ache and restless shake that ponders in your soul,
will only cut you, marr you, rattle you and leave you with a
hole.
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