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What more hidden depths lie beneath the murky surface of memories.

Another snippet of a time longed to be forgotten, drenched in a hurt and betrayal bigger than life itself.

A childhood of anger veiled beneath the silent whispers of a broken angel.

As they took away my pride and robbed me of my meaning I wept for the loss I could not feel.

When lead replaces the marrow of your skeleton, how do you carry on with the symphony of fake emotions

In order to protect the child of dreams, one must first let her run through thorns barefoot.

When their eyes settle on you and you cannot shake the feeling.

A childhood ripped apart by the fangs of an abuser, tears fall down the cracks of her exterior.

Watching from afar his silence leads him to his demise.

Before reality sets in, sometimes all we need is one last time.