Soul stripped bare
Open wounds salted
Fester and ooze
Once hidden well-
Now in full view
Here I am, here for all of you
To poke and prod
A curiosity
A freak
In need of pity
In need of mercy
In need of absolution
In need of renewal
Opening my eyes now
I welcome the sun in the window
She asks for shelter and a
Friend in the dark
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