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He peels back layer after layer, once again
He now sees within
Scars that ache, a heart that's Always been broken
Devoid of skin, he finds a soul
Patiently waiting with arms open
He turns; He's afraid
Fearful that his own soul will assume control
All of the memories, attachments
They'll be erased
Terrified that everything he is will disappear
Vanish, without a trace
All of the pain he's walked through
The damage he's sustained
Every ounce of sorrow experienced, silently contained
Internal wounds now begin to fester
Darkness consumes, he loses his hold
He hits rock bottom
Only to Awake
In the depths of this rabbit hole...
About the Creator
Shea Matthew
Just a man making the best of reality.
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