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The hurt


the fire, the burn
the scars you left on my heart
unable to turn away from the truth
the hurt

let me run, set me free
I'm dying here
I can't be the one
you dared me to be

I fear so I flee
see me failing, see me falling
braised knees & scraped knuckles

Not so pretty now, or am I?

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