Raising the hairs on the back of your neck
So how exactly do you want to expound
The bruises running from your neck to feet
Is fighting your inner torn wars
Different from the outside perfect battles
So you thought climbing on top of it all it'd seize
You end up falling back into the shadows
Is writing your secret thoughts on a blank page
Similar to dancing with the demons so enraged
Do you really not know your name
if so why you looking frightened when they echo
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