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I hate these feelings.

Did you see these scars?

I want you to know, these scars hold my past.

Did you not place your eyes on my non-existent stars?

 

I want to know what you’ve seen,

I want to know what you hear.

Let me creep inside of you,

Please replace this reluctant, obsessive fear.

 

I’ll trust you with the things I say,

I’ll see you in the things I think.

But I fear of what you’ll say,

What you’ll see, but fail and sink.