Skeletons

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An empty shell of my former self,
These useless bones hold something else,
Perhaps my own desires, caged within me
Or the exposed side that others can now see.

But I'm weary of the fear hidden behind the shell,
Afraid the secret might creep out,
Knowing that once I start,
I can no longer go back to the old days.

Sleepless nights of worrying and doubt,
The biggest person holding me back is myself,
Cold sweat when I fall asleep,
Tik tok and it all repeats.

Can someone please take my skeletons,
My broken soul,
And withering skin.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 07, 2020 ⏰

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