The cold floor aches against my freezing skin. Far too many bruises kiss my knees for me to feel any pain against the gritty tile I kneel upon. As I reach inside, and open myself up, only you will see. My dying heart, is burning with the desire to be set free.
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The cold floor aches against my freezing skin. Far too many bruises kiss my knees for me to feel any pain against the gritty tile I kneel upon. As I reach inside, and open myself up, only you will see. My dying heart, is burning with the desire to be set free.