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scratching in the sandbox

 
lately Iíve been spitting gravel from my mouth
trying to get all the gritty shit out
tired of the scratching in the passage
does its own special brand of damage
not that theyíd know it clocking my face
nothing to see there
mask still firmly in place
thatís nothing unusual though
itís what I do, ya know
{even if they ask they donít really want to hear it
when the truth is ugly
they generally fear it}

so I keep it all tight under my hat
cuz once it gets loose
thereís no going back
but just lately Iíve become a little afraid
maybe thereís no fixing this
what if who I was is forever gone
and now Iím nameless
Iím gonna be brutally honest
to myself if no one else
Iím beginning to think  
I lost all my softness
who will I be if canít touch the beauty
what if I canít stomach the new me
feeling adrift
and I hate it

 
 
Written by WillowsWhimsies
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