Burning

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Rip my chest open,

Hold it together

Covered in blood,

Soaked in tears

Chipped nail polish,

Forgoten beads

Crying through the night,

Silent screams await

Begging to be released,

But never freed

Under the covers,

Covered in sweat

Hiding behind lies,

Frightened of being found

Afraid to close your eyes,

Too much pain to keep them open

A simple facade,

Gone all too wrong.

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