I wanted to know the truth
yet I'm afraid to ask
for I know that it would hurt
I'd rather be cut than be scarred
I'd rather be wounded with something
that I don't know than die with the
thought of the truth that I won't forget
I'm sorry for being a coward
but I just want to guard my heart that has fallen apart
It cannot take another blow
so I'd rather won't have to know
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
I wanted to know the truth
yet I'm afraid to ask
for I know that it would hurt
I'd rather be cut than be scarred
I'd rather be wounded with something
that I don't know than die with the
thought of the truth that I won't forget
I'm sorry for being a coward
but I just want to guard my heart that has fallen apart
It cannot take another blow
so I'd rather won't have to know
The anxiety is eating me up :‹
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