COLD
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Moments like this makes the doubt creep in.
My obvious flaws from deep within,
They come alive unknown to me and eat my strength leaving me weak.
She doesn't have flaws;
oh everyone does.
My guts alive and readily eager, to break my heart and leave me so bitter.
One word and I'll be on my way,
To a place where love is burnt alive.
A place where voices are sliced to parts,
A place where I belong.
To the ones that I have loved the most, your safety is at stake.
Your pure minds forever soaked with pain and I'm the only one to blame.
Stories from a feeble girl with tears still frozen shot, unable to exclaim the hurt that's buried deep inside.
