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Jan 2011
I've become whom I least want to be.
I've become like the people that cause demons and nightmares.
I've become the skeletons in your closet and the haunted look in your eyes.
I've become the tears on your cheeks and the scars on your wrists.
I've become the fear in your heart and the tightness in your chest.
I've become who I never wanted to be.
I've become my own worst enemy.
I've become the darkness in the night and the blackness in your soul.
I've become the wicked in the wind as it hits your skin and freezes your insides.
I've become the way I am to safeguard myself.
ER Graves-Swinney
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