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Is there a chance for us to undo the past?
To correct our mistakes
To retract all the wrong doings
To take back everything
Is there someone, somehow, who can help me heal the pain?
Would there be anyone out there willing to take me in?
Who can be by side and mend me?
A living soul, who'll be there to catch me.
I'm scared. Yes, I am scared.
No, I am not. I'm terrified.
I'm extremely, terribly, gravely, terrified.
And it's terrifying that, I feel terrified.
I am nervous.
I am frightened.
I am horrified.
No, I am petrified.
But you know what the scariest thing of 'em all?
The most petrifying, horrifying thing?
Is that I am shaky and rattled—
But my body feels like sassy and comfy.
I'm getting used of doing unsuitable things
Feeling cozy and warm—
Relax and composed
It feels like having my second skin—
Oh, I know. I know —
I think — just a thought
That maybe, just maybe...
I need saving — help me.
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