C disbelief hating
And I swore that I would raise
he never expected to fall back
promise I'm standing
despite the wounds that you can see
I wanted to find happiness in something that poor fault was not showing my selfishness
swear I tried to save ...
So many battles fought for my skin ...
... while trying not to bleed again
bleed me inadvertently and now I fear to be open and festering wounds
again
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