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Jul 2013
Skin deep
the wound--
you cannot see.
I make my own music
melody of life,
an insatiable rhythm
only for me.
*******,
I am okay--
sleeping
my days away.
The sun burns,
blinds my eyes
there's nothing left
to cry.
I'm a wild thing,
you cannot tame me--
bad ******* do it
I swear I can prove it.
Back away,
I bite, I claw
I cry--
out for more,
to feel and to burn,
my heart has been stolen
and will forever be yours.
Archetypes Anonymous
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