I touch your arm. Cold.
Skin ice cold like your soul.
Take that. A cut. Blood poured
making the pavement evil.
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Criticisms we listen to
Complements we ignore
We feel ashamed of who we are
And makes us feel insecure
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As the rain pours I lay there
With tears rolling down my cheeks
I just wait till everyone falls asleep
So I can cry in peace
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