Stitches

Flames burning all around you

Screams echo all around you

Can you feel it?

Can you hear it?

 

Desecration of the most intimate kind

Searching for something to call your own

You rip apart your soul

Tearing

Piece by piece

Looking for a way to put it back together

To make it new

Make it unique

What you can't see is you were perfect all along

You keep ripping and stitching

Sewing back the pieces

Attempting to recreate your self

 

In the end you'll see

You were perfect all along

When it's too late to go back

Too late to start again

Too late

Too late for anything

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[RareRed]

Good read...thanks for posting!