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Hiding behind scars
As if they are trees
Camouflaged
And silent
And buried deep
Are the cries of help
And the hopes of joy
All words end here
Some days I can’t even speak without hating myself.
Hiding behind scars
As if they are trees
Camouflaged
And silent
And buried deep
Are the cries of help
And the hopes of joy
All words end here
Some days I can’t even speak without hating myself.