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I'm sorry


I'm cold and my eyes are sore
my voice falters
my mind at war with itself
battered and bruised by my own hands I bleed
and I scream at you
to leave me, you don't love me
how could you even?

you merely take me into your arms

I'm sorry
I know I'm messed up
and still you are here

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