I think it's safe to say I'm letting my 17 year old self out for a minute, but there you have it.
Enjoy???
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Moments so deep they won't subside,
Breaths full of anger and shame,
Pulling & stretching, breaking & searching,
Nowhere to hide but inside the flame.
Ribbons of pain stream through the trees,
They catch the light of my tears,
Razors cut paths through memory,
Flesh tells stories out of school.
Take this hand and know its truth,
Let it guide you down the hall,
Each room you pass shows something new,
Something closer to the fire I know.