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Aug 2018
I Wear My Skin,
I Am My Sin,
Took It From The Fire Made The Flames Go Dim.

If I Could Win,
I'd Earn My Wings,
But As The Bard Sings,
(We Want Everything)
So That's Why It Stings.

That's Why We Hurt,
We're Looking For Gold
But We Only Find Dirt.
Shedding My Tears &
Acting So Curt,
Wiping My Eyes Against
Your Old T Shirt.

I Wear My Pride,
I Hurt Inside,
Took It From The Water So The Soul Could Revive.

I Know It's No Loss,
I'm Not On A Cross,
I'm Not Above You
& I Don't Give A Toss.

I've Been My Own Man
I've Held My Own Hand,
Don't Come Back Now You Understand.
Harry Roberts - I Am My Sin © 18/08/18
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
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