Healing
A certain voice,
Speaks to me,
My filter breaks,
Shatters, colours.
The scars I have,
Take me back,
Everyday,
My body crying.
Don’t know what to
Say.
I must be healing,
This must be healing,
I must be,
Someone brand new.
A certain voice,
Speaks to me,
My filters break,
A thousand secrets,
Falling on deaf ears.
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