Never was I destined to reside in this skin suit
My mind birthed from a distance dwelling
And my heart overgrows it's case
I only wear eyes and ears
But no tongue
My nature is to observe and comfort
For I cannot speak or be seen
What am I, but a tortured being
Far past death
But never past pain
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Never was I destined to reside in this skin suit
My mind birthed from a distance dwelling
And my heart overgrows it's case
I only wear eyes and ears
But no tongue
My nature is to observe and comfort
For I cannot speak or be seen
What am I, but a tortured being
Far past death
But never past pain
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