wounds are still fresh
I've been really scared
for all I know
hurt could've been much worse
Only just recovering strength
getting myself back together
picking up the pieces, flung out everywhere
Trying to regain control
But it never stops
I'm never safe
everywhere I go
my fears follow me, hunt me
I don't want to keep running
I don't want to be afraid anymore
But it seems that darkness falls on me
and I fall apart once more
The things that happen
they are supposed to make me stronger
someone from the dark says that it's ok to cry
but I can't see it
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