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Sep 2014
Raw
Raw is the description that fits
Raw of scrubbing off the hurt
Raw from trying to stay happy
Raw is the flesh guarding my heart

It's not that I don't want to care too much
But fact is that close to fire, we all hurt
Close to the sun, we all tend to burn
Close to the problem we all get scared
To be close is to be vulnerable

So please forgive me if I step back
Give me some time to get myself in check
For the darkness calls me at all times
And it continues to be difficult
To scrub off the germs
                    and not just give in
                                                to the sickness of my mind
WitheredWings
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   Autumn and SPT
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