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.