I've said too much.
My eyes scream the tale.
My ageing skin.
I'm wearing thin.
Breathe slow, take a breath,
I know it's harder to forget.
I love, I love, I love the thought,
Of the certainty I'm cured.
These scars run deep.
My home: the precipice.
This splinter in my mind,
Encourages the jump with time.
It's getting harder to dismiss...
Breathe slow, take a breath,
I know it's harder to forget.
I love, I love, I love the thought,
Of the certainty I'm cured
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