Stitching up my skin
Where do I begin?
Healing all the emotional torment
From where you seeped right in
You bled underneath my surface
Tainted all I was
Took me whole and unholy
Then left me scared and lost
I could only see the darkness
I would not see the light
Cradled by my own depression
Long into the night
But now I fully realise
What it means to be free
I will fix my broken wings
And I will return to me















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lovely darling
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Lovely work just lovely
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True poets are true prophets, sent
To scatter fear through wicked lands;
Take thy commission by descent,
With prayer, and laying on of hands !
~Book of The Dead~
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